Dedicated to my wife, who flew out Saturday with other citizens of Nebraska to Washington DC to join 40,000 other protesters from 30 states in the largest climate rally in the US history on Sunday. Their goal was to make congress and the President have sensible progressive discussions on the path our country needs to take to keep our climate under control for our kids and grandkids and generations to come.

 

Their first goal is to stop the XL oil sands Pipeline from being built and traveling across our state where one of the largest reservoirs of water in the world sits in some places only inches below the soil. The production of this environmentally dirty and damaging oil also has the potential to raise carbon levels in our atmosphere to levels that will warm the Earth another 2 to 4 degrees, severely changing our weather patterns for lifetimes to come.

 

Check out 350.org, on the Internet and become concerned and well informed citizens. You may or may not agree, but it is time for us to take our heads out of the sand (in this instance TAR sand) and learn what is about to happen to our world!!!

 

Texture by Langers86@Devientart.

 

Well , Had to put this up for my good friend Don -

Route 65 Running Day I am informed !!

As most Sundays recently I have to go over to Leatherhead for some essential business and down by where the old Leatherhead Bus Garage used to be - an old No. 65 bus waiting there only to be joined by another !! Picture time as this takes me back to schooldays seeing this sight . On my return and just too late I saw a single decker in red and a No.65 just pulling away . I think the nearest bus in shot will be there for a while - seat leaning against the back of the bus could mean a break down , but I am no expert so do not quote me !

 

However ,quoting from the Kingston Nub News

 

The London Bus Museum has announced it will be going ahead with the historical ‘Route 65 Running Day’ event this Sunday.

 

The event will comprise of two parts, the first being a free bus service from Ealing to Leatherhead and the second will be a road run with historic vehicles travelling along the 65-bus route.

 

The London Transport Museum hopes visitors attending the event will spend some of their time travelling on the buses, but also photographing and watching the buses from the scenic parts of the route.

 

The buses used on the day for transporting passengers will be both current and older historical models.

 

Interest from bus owners has been strong, with the London Bus Museum expecting to have 25 buses in service on Route 65, of which 20 will be over 40 years old.

 

London Bus Museum Treasurer, Peter Osborn, told Nub News: “Route 65 has been a link southwards for the people of Ealing ever since the route was introduced in 1914, and has always been a busy and well-used route, connecting them with Brentford, Kew, Richmond, Kingston and points south.

 

“Londoners use their buses more than other people around the country and many of us grew up with buses like the ones that will be used in our event.

 

“I am looking forward to seeing local people out on the streets and the smiles on their faces when they see an old bus coming along.

 

"Museums are important, but nothing beats taking our transport heritage out on the streets for which it was designed.”

 

The historical 65 bus route event will be held on Sunday, April 11 from 10am-5pm.

 

The free bus service will be subject to COVID-19 measures.

Norio informed me that I needed to pet him in addition to Yuba, so I followed his direction and paid attention to him.

====Falcone Yacht Club====

 

Alfred- Master Bruce?

 

Batman- Penny One?

 

Alfred- You wanted me to be keep you informed about Sionis' meeting.

 

Batman- Yes, of course. What happened?

 

Alfred- Someone tried to kill him. A sniper. They failed, but from the sounds of it, they did kill the Monarch.

 

*The Monarch of Menace. The first supervillain to have successfully escaped from me. Coming back to Gotham was his one mistake- it landed him in Blackgate and later Arkham City. And now it's cost him his life*

 

Batman- Any one of them could be in on it. Once I've dealt with the drug trafficking, I'll try and re-enter Arkham, see if I can identify the sniper. Alfred, I'm putting through an image of a man in a white mask, haven't seen him before.

 

*There's the sound of tapping on a computer, then Alfred answers*

 

Alfred- Ah, that's the aptly named White Mask sir, real name David Franco, an old lieutenant of Richard Sionis.

 

Batman- Roman's father. Makes sense he'd want to keep him around.

 

Alfred- Not just that sir, it appears he's an old aquaintence of Ms Kyle. They were partners, thieves... It's how he got into the False Face Society.

 

*Selina...*

 

Franco- Yeah, it's White Mask. No I haven't heard anything... Tell White... No, Warren White. The Shark. No... the Great White Shark... I'll tell him myself then, the shipment's late.

 

===Five Minutes Later===

 

*For months, almost every present or former Gotham based Supervillain has been taken down by the Arkham City Strike Force, and tossed into a hellscape of gang violence, death and destruction. But some have escaped, these are the ones Gotham has forgotten about. And, as proven with Julian Day, it's often those who are forgotten that cause the most pain. Men like David Franco, or Lloyd Ventrix, or The Terrible Trio- Shark, Fox and Vulture. Together, with Ventrix' cloaking tech, the Trio's smuggling expertise, and The White Mask's warehouses, they have been distributing all the worst drugs across Gotham, on the orders of Black Mask.*

 

Vulture- It's Batman-!

 

Fox- Hardwick! Put your helmet back on!

 

Shark- But-

 

Fox- Put it on you idiot, do you want to ruin-

 

*When the smoke clears the Trio are gone, they've reactivated their suits. I'll have to rely on my other senses to find them, I'll have to- Uhn. Vulture. Must be airborne somehow. Firefly gear maybe? I throw a batarang, and as I hoped, it hits the invisible wings, causing black smoke to erupt from an otherwise unseen figure. Now I've got them.*

 

Vulture- Oh get off you bothersome Bat! Fox, he's got me!

 

*I fire the Claw, mooring Vulture to the ground, who consequently slams against the wall, breaking her suit. Another figure strikes, this must be Shark. He fires a harpoon, which I catch and pull on. Throwing a glue grenade covers him in resin, and that's all I need to take him down, now for-*

 

Batman- Argh-!

 

*I pull a knife out of my leg*

 

Fox- You're not the only predator Batman. You may have made short work of them, but I assure you- What?

 

*Fox yelps as I send a stream of water at him, creating a soggy outline around him. And finally, I punch him, hard, in the face. With them dispatched, I look around. Explosive gel will make short work of the narcotics, but I also need to look at the suits. Strange. The shipping manifest specifically mentions five suits. If one's for Ventrix, then where's-*

 

Ventrix- You're a dead man!

 

*He's been practising. This might be more difficult than I thought*

 

Batman- Five suits. You made five suits. For the Trio, for yourself. Where's the fifth? Who has it Ventrix?

 

*Blam. Blam. He's also armed*

 

Ventrix- I'm not telling you anything- you took my Kimberly!

 

Batman- It's just you and me. Give yourself up. Talk.

 

Ventrix- Not after what you did! You see Batman, Mr Sionis has means, ways of reaching people... Of course he payed me, but he's giving me something better, giving me-

 

Batman- Your daughter.

 

Ventrix- My Kimberly. They moved her into Witness Protection! Her and her damn mother! Changed her name to Ruth! Ruth! Where's the music in Ruth?!

 

Batman- Your daughter is much safer without you in her life. If you were any kind of a father, you'd know that.

 

Ventrix- Safe?! You took her away from me! She lost her mojo... But Mr Sionis is going to get it back for her

 

*Ventrix may have practice, but he's as unstable as always. He tears off his mask in anger, and I throw an electrified batarang, shocking him*

 

Batman- Not so long as I'm around.

 

====Sionis Industries===

 

Sionis- Wake up Freeker. I've had a very long day, maybe you could help me out... Stoned out of his mind... This is the day that keeps on giving, huh Li?

 

Li- I could gather some men to-

 

Sionis- Don't bother, the Bat's probably beaten them by now. Urgh. Now, White Mask isn't a loss... My old man was grooming the guy to be his successor way back when... I ever talk about pops Li?

 

Li- I couldn't possibly comment sir.

 

Sionis- Heh. So he got White Mask... You know what? I can get over that. The drugs? Not so much. Right now though, we've got bigger things to worry about. Show me.

 

*Li opens a case, and takes out several photos. Joker. Calendar Man. Deadshot. Among others*

 

Li- Now, sir?

 

Sionis- We find that sniper.

  

Woodcrest- Unincorporated Perris/Riverside, CA

9/1/17

 

It's back!

 

Let me start by saying wow, I never expected to see a Superlight Curotto Can again after this same truck was switched to Commercial collection Summer 2016. In 2016 WMmaster626 and I were informed by Dave, a Moreno Valley driver, that Paul (the Superlight driver) was now driving a ASL. There is also a picture from Moises Aguirre from Flickr that shows the Superlight on Commercial (www.flickr.com/photos/wmtrucks/34552959740/in/dateposted/). Both WMmaster626 and I were upset by the news and regretted not going back to get more footage of the Superlight.

 

The way WMmaster626 and I found out the Superlight was returning to residential is quite interesting. Both of us were getting a tour of the Waste Management Corona yard by the Fleet Manager Tom, who started out in Moreno Valley (the yard where the Superlight resides). We had conversations about the drivers and trucks in Moreno Valley, all of whom Tom knows. We never brought up the Superlight but eventually we brought up Paul (who drove the Superlight). Tom told us how Paul used to drive this one of a kind truck from Heil with a custom Curotto Can (the Superlight) and how several people from WM liked that truck and the custom Curotto Can. We told Tom how we found that truck on route once and how it was one of our favorite trucks. Tom then informed us how the Superlight had already or was going to return to residential services shortly. WMmaster626 and I were in shock and could not believe what we had just heard. After the great tour in Corona we immediately headed to Woodcrest and we found a Python driver in Woodcrest who informed us Paul was still driving a ASL. Two weeks later WMmaster626 heard from Tom that the Superlight was officially back on route in Woodcrest. In early 2017 the Woodcrest routes were altered so the next week while WMmaster626 was in Washington I headed to Woodcrest once again see the Superlight and find out which portion of Woodcrest it was servicing. I found Paul on route with the Superlight now collecting Green Waste, WMmaster626 was glad to hear the Superlight was back on route and was looking forward to seeing it in person. The next month in October 2017 WMmaster626 and I returned to Woodcrest and filmed more footage of the Superlight.

 

During my September trip, I found the Superlight Curotto Can collecting Green Waste in Woodcrest. There are many green carts out on the Friday route so I was able to see many carts collected. Paul is a great driver and knows how to operate the Superlight in fast, smooth cycles. Woodcrest is a great area and unique to SoCal, most of Woodcrest has a Country feel to it with huge properties, some residents even own horses. Woodcrest was also once services by NEWCO Waste Systems and there are multiple black and blue ex NEWCO carts in the area, there are even a few NEWCO dumpsters still in the area. This is the only Waste Management Curotto Can Heil in SoCal, the next closest is most likely Oakland California. This is most likely the only Superlight Curotto still in service. Republic Services Pacheco used to have a Superlight but I do not believe it is still around.

 

Thank you to the driver Paul and a big thank you to Tom for informing us the Superlight was back, you made our day. Thank you to everyone for watching and let me know what you think of the video.

 

Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdCY-KkBArA

A real traditional Kyoto institution.

 

She is a 1st year Maiko as only her lower lip has lipstick.

 

Photographers are typically well informed and well behaved, no chasing after them like paparazzi, no flash, no obstructing their path.....

 

Loved the rendering of this lens although AF is a little sluggish in the low light. A better AF system will help certainly but I'm skipping both a9 and a7Riii as I still believe that the one camera to rule them all will be out before the Tokyo Olympics.

 

Meanwhile I'm quite happy with my 2 year old a7Rii, the a7Riii or a9 won't make me a better photographer.

   

Chronicles of lifting Light :

Tales from The Poet and the Peasant

 

There is a certain daring “edge” in acting out a role playing game on a partner(s) in public, especially if (in our case) one favors pickpocketing.

It’s a certain adrenaline thrill, both addictive and desirable, that increases up until the “mark” is relived of one or more of her dangling valuables. Whether its carried out with a simple bump, a lift conveyed while, say dancing, or a squeeze play maneuvered with a second player, it all creates and holds a level of excitement most thrilling in its nature, quite erotic within its scope.

 

This Chronicle contains short essays on pickpocketing games played solely within our group over the past few years.

 

These were games only, done with full knowledge and consent of all the players ( with a couple of exceptions where the parties involved were not informed of the actual happenings until sometime after the fact.)

Any articles of jewelry lifted were returned to their original owners, albeit sometimes those owners at first thought the jewelry being returned had just simply fallen away.

The actual facts have been stretched, padded and enhanced, due primarily to the significant detail that I rather like those in my immediate circle, and in order to keep them liking me, have agreed to “put meat on the bone” so to speak, when putting pen to paper.

This journal is far from complete, and additional stories will be added as they are played out.

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The “Poet and the Peasant” Is a little backwater pub owned by Brian’s Aunt and Uncle. It’s a laid back place, music (mostly canned) , the usual caste of regulars ,Including us, and a generous section of ales and other “demon” drink.

The pub is housed in an ancient old building with all sorts of old Victorian era objects, found and given a home in the pub’s numerous nooks and crannies. Including the skull of poor Erik. Erik was a 17th century poet and balladeer who supposedly was beheaded for making several torrid lyrics about a certain Saxon king. His grinning skull sits high up in a shelf along a balustrade, usually with a cigar clamped in his jaws. Couldn’t tell how many times someone who had more than his fill of drink has tried to light it for the poor blighter. The pub is a regular howl around Halloween, thanks to Erik, who has obtained quite a degree of notability, despite being dead for all these long years.

Basically, Erik aside, the “Poet and the Peasant” is a great place to hang out and make plans with a pint in hand.

 

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Opening Act

Atonement

We were heading to a small resort that we once had stayed at for a wedding and reception. It was Just “Ginny” and I on a 4 day escape from reality. We were passing through one of the small towns on the way, when Ginny spotted a dress shoppe, with several mannequins wearing evening frocks. She had to stop, we had a function the next month and she had “nothing to wear”( Liar I thought grinning).

 

We went inside and on a “gently worn” rack she pulled out this long string sleeved satin number and tried it on. The young clerk said it was patterned after the one in the movie atonement ( which neither of us had seen) but its rich deep green( Irish green the clerk called it, which I really had no idea was a colour) really set off Ginny’s long copper hair, and I liked the way her hair laid down her bare backside.

 

We arrived at the resort in early afternoon and claimed our suite( paid for by an anniversary gift) and set out to explore the place. The resort was packed, and we found out that there were 2 evening wedding receptions taking place on Saturday. An Idea began to take seed and as we walked I found a way to bring it into conversation.

 

Ginny had brought her rhinestones ( see Album Chronicles of lifting Light, B) for a bit of date roleplay in our suite some chosen evening of our stay. I suggested that she should give her gown and the rhinestones a try in public. Where she asked? I than laid out my game plan and a smile crept across her face, lit up by the sun poking through the trees on the wooded path we had been walking. Ginny liked to dress up, and I used that trump card to my advantage.

 

At around 5pm I slipped into the larger of the two receptions (crashed if you like) and wondering over to the bar I got a drink and waited, nursing it. I was reasonably presentable in a suit jacket, slacks, silk shirt and satin tie. As I waited I found myself pretty much unnoticed, which was a far cry from what Ginny encountered when she cautiously entered about fifteen minutes later, green gown swirling, rhinestones all a glitter. It didn’t take long for the sharks to start circling. One lad started a conversation, and I watched her squirm a little, before putting my drink down and coming to my damsel’s rescue. I had to literally peel the bloke away from her. We went onto the dance floor, pretending like we had never met. As we danced through several songs I could tell by the look in Ginny’s eyes that she was feeling the same fire within that I was. Ready for part 2 ? I asked, she got a surprised look in her eyes, and began to check herself, uh uh I said, not till we leave. We went out together; I spied the bloke watching us from a table, and smirked to meself over his look of frustration.

 

Outside we started to walk along the promenade, joining along with several other ladies, charming in their in gowns and frills, with their tuxedoed escorts, escapees all of us from the receptions. Ginny felt exceptionally good as, with my arm around her, she cuddled into my side while we walked some distance. But our bliss was not long, when Ginny , looking back, said there was a hotel security cop heading our way. Damn I thought, pinched for crashing the reception.

 

The rent-a-cop came up to us, and placing a firm grip upon my shoulder(or tried, I was a good foot taller, where do they find these blokes?) talked directly to Ginny. Everything alright then Miss, he questioned Ginny, trying to sound professional, and he almost pulled it off, except he squeaked on the word Miss.

 

Why yes, officer Ginny said, pouring on the charm( which is a quite frightful weapon in her capable hands), thank you for your lovely concern, but why do you ask? I received a report that this man may have been bothering you, Ma’am he said , no squeaks this time. He looked at me, I just grinned back at him, waiting for Ginny to belt it out of the park. She smiled, her green eyes brite, and laying a hand on the “officers” chin, told him how adorable his concern was for her safety, but her husband and she made sure he saw her ring, is really not that much of a bother most of the time. Husband he started, than stopped, caught his embarrassment nicely, then tried to save it, but Miss, I heard you had lost a necklace.

Whatever reaction he had hoped by saying this, it was not the one he got. Oh that, she said, the clasp broke, so my husband took it for safe keeping, really, where would I have put it, and she stepped back and let him look her over for evidence of supporting her statement. Game, Set and Match, I smirked to myself!

With the way she looked in that satin gown, and her charm at full output, no mere mortal male would have been able to stand a chance. Well, he choked out, all’s good then isit, and releasing my shoulder; he turned heel, and walked off hurriedly, like a scolded puppy with its tail between its legs. Ginny giggled, well played I told her, well played. And, again with my arm around her and Ginny cuddling in, we continued our stroll, with Ginny letting out the occasional chortal of laughter over the whole incident.

  

We reached an overlook over the lake, where a pair of swans was meandering about. A young lady in a long white dress with a glittering bracelet around one wrist, was walking along the path that edged along the lake. The swans were near her, reminding me of a tele commercial I had seen long ago ( If anyone else remembers it please leave a comment).

 

Ginny caught me looking, wanna do the path luv, she whispered with in a most beguiling manner. We did so, and eventually found a rather isolated little nook behind a hedge grow. Here I will have to leave to the readers imagination what transpired there, for the only witnesses were the two of us, and a rather surprised chippy who crawled out of his hole for a gander…

 

On our way back we once again stopped at the overlook. Time to tally up I said. Ginny smiled and opening her purse pulled out a scrap of paper. She showed it to me, on it was written the word necklace. Lucky guess, did you feel me take it I asked. Of course she lied; I could have done it better. Wanna bet I teased. Maybe someday we’ll see she responded. Now the way the game worked was that I pretended to be a light fingered jewel thief, with my eyes on the lady in green’s jewels. It was my objective to lift a piece of Ginny’s jewellery some point in the evening..

 

Ginny agreed to it on the condition that beforehand she would write down a piece of jewellery on a piece of paper, if it matched the piece I had lifted, than I could decide what we would do the next evening, if not, she would decide. So later, as we had a few drinks in a nearby pub ( still dressed in “costume”) I (the winner) outlined the plans for the next evening.

 

So the following evening, after a rather nice feast by the fireplace in the resorts great room, we found ourselves once again in a bar ( this time the resorts lounge). I was wearing the same suit, and had Ginny’s purloined necklace in my jacket pocket. Ginny was wearing a black satin blouse, ¾ sleeved, with long white and blacked stripped skirt. She wore her gold jewellery, and her long hair was up, held by rhinestone clips. At one point she excused herself to the loo, and when she returned took the chair next to me, and started to come on to me. I played along and after a few drinks, and dances, she led me out to the lobby.

 

Making way outside to the long wooden walkaway of the promenade, we began our way along it. Finding an isolated bench, we began to make out, as if we were strangers who had just met. After a long (glorious) while, we stood( wobbly) and made our way down to the lake, and continued our light petting.

 

At one point Ginny stopped, and looking me in the eye, said, well sir, its been fun, but id better go. Immediately I patted my pocket, the necklace was gone. Naughty I said, distracting me on the bench hussy, I teased. Her eyes got a gleam, follow me she said. We retraced our steps, hand in hand, and she led me to the the bench, and then surprisingly passed it. We regained the lobby, and she stopped by a corner, where a larger fern like plant sat in a rather big ceramic pot. Reaching in, she pulled out the necklace. Very good I said, never felt you take it.

 

So, I win then, she smirked. Yes I agreed, I had guessed wrong by thinking she had picked my pocket on the bench. So let’s go an collect me winnings then, sir, she ordered me, her eyes large and hungry. As we made our way I tried to get her to tell me when she had lifted the necklace, but she just placed a secret little smile on her lips, and remained silent on the subject….

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Act 2

Squeeze Play

 

Anyone who has taken the bother to riffle through my earlier Chronicles of Lifting Light, knows I have a twin sister who at times past has been my foil to practice upon. Well, I will leave it up to you to decide who the foil was in this tale.

  

We were all hanging out at the pub (“Poet and the Peasant” of course) one evening, the four of us, being the silly selves that mid- twenties youth are prone to being, especially when alcohol is involved.

 

We were trying to drink away the memories of what our previous week of work had given us, and were well on our way to meeting that objective, when a song from the band Cold Play come on. Ginny had asked my sister who it was, and instead of answering right away, she gave something a bit of thought, then my sister started smirking. Cold Play, like squeeze Play , remember “Ginny?”

 

Both Girls just started giggling, “Brian” just got a sullen look at the memory, and I, I just reflected…..

 

In our University years, my sister worked part time for a company that raised funds for charities, like OXFAM, etc. Among the various types of events were a couple of “Black Tie” affairs that I enjoyed because it gave Brian and I the chance to escort my Sister and Ginny ( the girls ever beautiful in fancy dress) to attend them.

 

Now, my sister had this co-worker,”Shiela”, who was absolute vinegar to my sister’s honey, hell, she was vinegar to any pretty female’s honey! She was a squawker, a squealer, and a backstabbing slag, in other words, not a very nice girl atoll. She was also was twice divorced from wealthy young scions who could not spot a gold digger for the life of them until they had been broadsided along the head with her gilded shovel.

 

During one warm late Autumn we were attending one of the Charity Dances being held in the big city proper. They had a pair of bands lined up, one kind of a Disco’ish throwback, and for later, a proper one that played a more romantic beat, one that called for slow dancing. The Girls were more into the Disco then we males were( a feeling that affected most of us in attendance) and the floor was flooded with a gaggle of swishing dresses and gowns dancing and swirling around to the frantic beat of the music, all performed with swirling lights in the darkened, smog filled dance floor, while the guys just sat around enjoying the show being put on.

 

As Brian and I watched the provocative females on the floor dancing, we noticed that our girls were slowly moving out amongst the throng of pretty dancers, rather than maintaining one area. Soon they had moved next to “Shiela”, who was dancing with this cousin of hers. Now I found this surprising, because Sis and Ginny had been throwing daggers with their eyes at “Shiela” all evening. She had been sitting with her wealthy new boyfriend, who was always bending to her demands, as evidenced by the expensive new finery she was sporting, which really had gotten a certain Twins goat. So it was with some puzzlement that when her cousin took a breather, Ginny and my twin slipped in to take her place, moving in rhythm with the now quite intoxicated “Shiela”.

 

Sis was facing “Shiela” and Ginny was behind her, all three of them gyrating their arms, hands and most of their other body parts in motion, up down and all around each other , so close at times that you would have had an effort at squeezing a hand between them.

 

What’s that pair up to now? Brain questioned me, as if I had a hand in it, I just shook my head, knowing only that I wanted to be in the middle of that sandwich instead of “Shiela”, but as it turned out, good thing I wasn’t.

 

We watched as the long song went on, with its deep bass beat that almost sounded like it had been lifted from some horror flick. Ginny and Sis continued to revolve, twist and swirl around the guileless “Shiela” as their colourfully brite (slinky) dresses shimmered in a most provocative fashion, bathed as they were caught by the dimly lit, smoke filled, dance floors blue strobes. A few times “Shiela” seemed to lose her footing, and fell against my Sister, who I thought took it surprisingly well as she gently steadied her foe.

 

Then the song ended, and all three girls laughed and giggled, actually hugged one another. I heard Brian letting out an chiding snort, I , well I was still just mesmerized by the whole act. Ginny and My Sister than walked the slightly dizzy “Shiela” back to her table, even going so far as to help her set down, before turning and heading back to our table. Both of them wearing chuff grins like the kittens that had eaten the canary.

 

Wotcher?, said Brian questioning their look. Oh God I thought, knowing the answer, for I had been watching “Shiela” as the girls had left and approached. My sister, looking around, held out her hand and opened her fist. There, all balled up and glittering, was the expensive diamond pendent of the set of matching diamonds that “Shiela” had been flaunting about to everyone all evening.

 

Brian Jumped all over the two, giving them quite the bollocking, “games we played on each other was one thing, but what you pair had done was wade into some very dangerous waters indeed”! So what’s next I chimed in, and by the looks on their heavily made-up faces realized the silly twits hadn’t thought of that end. We hastily discussed the matter, knowing that time was anything but on our sides. Finally Brian took it from my admonished(seemingly) twin, and marching it up to the disc jockey, had him make an announcement describing what his “sister” had found in the loo.

 

“Shiela”, whom we all had been watching, let out a shriek as her hands flew groping to her chest in fruitless examination, jumped up and immediately claimed it, or tried to as the Jocky had a little bit of fun with it first. “Shiela” and her haplessly star struck Beau, were so hopping mad at the Jocky, they pretty much gave no thought as to how the pretty thing actually had been lost in the first place. This was a lucky break for a couple of girls, who still sat their smugly smiling, as Brian tried in vain to continue scolding them. Me, I just looked at the twittering pair, wondering, pondering thoughts of me own.

 

Now it wasn’t until a couple of years later on the night my sister made the remark about the cold play song that the girls felt comfortable talking a bit more about the incident .And before Brian could listen without tabooing the subject. And it was then that I learnt how the pair of them had managed to take the diamonds from “Shiela”

 

It turned out the two had had no real plan, just that they had been discussing “Shiela” between themselves and had been debating over how fun it would be to knock her down a peg or so. One of the scenarios presented was to have her be given the shock of losing a piece of her expensive jewelry, and they even discussed bringing me into the fold, but thought better of it.

 

Although I am not sure if I would have taken them up on it, but since then I have thought out different ways I would have approached the problem, both by myself, and with the girls help. Although I wouldn’t have tried for the necklace, I figured her ring or bracelet would not have been beyond my scope of achievement. Although, with the girls help…….

 

Anyway they finally decided to try it themselves, after all how hard could it be to take, say a cocktail ring from “Shiela’s” sweaty finger as she was dancing away on the crowded floor?

 

They decided to join in the dance and get close to “Shiela” and if an opportunity arose, my sister was to signal Ginny by rubbing a finger alongside her nose to bump against “Shiela”, pushing the hapless B… into me devious twin. It was Ginny who came up with the name “squeeze play”, because I once had grasped and squeezed her from behind, removing her ring in the process.

 

Now “Shiela” was wearing what I guess is called an A-line gown, where her front was totally covered by the gowns shiny material, no gloves, just sweat glistened skin. As they moved in on “Shiela” Ginny took position behind, while Sis took the front, and at one point laid a hand upon “Shiela’s” shoulder, “Shiela” did likewise as they swayed to the deep rhythmic beats. Sis tried to grasp “Shiela’s” free hand, the one where she was wearing a diamond cocktail ring, but she kept missing. In the process she realized that the hand she had placed on her victims shoulder was almost touching the thick gold chain of her nemesis’s necklace, which held the diamond pendent that was bouncing about.

 

Looking “Shiela” directly in the eyes she began to work the necklace along as they danced, until her fingers felt the clasp. It was lobster clasp, similar to one my sister had on the emerald necklace Brian had given her. Sis gave it an exploratory push, and it surprisingly opened under her fingers. Startled at what had happened, she forgot the signal, and nodded to Ginny, who plowed into the hapless “Shiela’s” backside, as my sister felt “Shiela” fall against her. She whisked off the necklace with one hand, while steading the giggling “Shiela” with her other. Backing away she placed both hands behind her back as “Shiela” turned to receive Ginny’s apologies. Sis balled up the chain in one hand, holding it tightly closed for the remainder of the dance. They helped “Shiela” back to her table, my Sister placing the fist holding the necklace alongside her victims back as they helped guide the still giggling “Shiela” to a seat.

 

Walking away, my Sister thought that it had been almost scary how easily it had been to open the clasp and pluck off the necklace. It shouldn’t have been, she kept telling herself, but she knew it was, for she had the evidence in her hand, and she was not even close to ever being a professional about such things. My twin has said that afterwards that it had given her a lot of perturbed thoughts when wearing any good jewelry of hers in public, (particularly her emeralds with the Lobster clasp) and finds herself on occasion still doing spot checks whenever she has been brushed by someone. But then, I think we all do on occasion, knowing the kind of games we like to play.

 

So as one can see, overall ,this is a rather touchy subject to tackle. But there was no denying that Sis (and Ginny I suspect) were proud of their accomplishment at the time. It was almost like my twin was trying to impress upon me that I was not the only one with light fingers. A subject that, trust me, has been, and will continue to be explored down a sometimes crooked “garden” path.

  

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Anyone who has read Chronicles B knows that Ginny and Brian both received the upcommence for the manner in which they had gotten my sisters got at the wedding reception. But as for me, she waited a bit, biding her time, for like the proverbial elephant( which she has a bit of a collection) my twin does not forget.

Upcoming :

 

And revenge is a dish best served cold.

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In Appraisal

I do highly encourage anyone who has read my chronicles,( or looked at the clips below) and on the off-chance may actually have been entertained by them, and would like me to divulge more of our tomfooleries , to please leave behind a comment expressing that point.

Thank You

 

Food for thought:

Jewelry lifting Clips

www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAZdjhNVjxk&authuser=0

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ls8rw2V1QCU&authuser=0

www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RbLiI9ZFQ8&authuser=0

www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XZ8s-R9vl4

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofodSjKQ_-8

 

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inspired by the amazing artist of Simón Pais-Thomas. He is truly amazing in his frame series.

 

School was little rough today. Too bad there were no secret portals to climb through like the one above :] I always end up with the funny teachers. Which I love most. Monotone ones will literally lull me to sleep. It was a zoo. I felt like I was in high-school again, which I try to avoid constantly. Besides that, I think I will have a good semester. Portraiture tomorrow! Can't wait for that :]

 

Don't forget you can purchase prints here. Flickr message me if you have any questions.

 

Also, I was just informed I was in a contest here on flickr. Vote if you wish :]

 

Excited for tomorrow for a collab with a secret and very loved flickr friend. It will not dissapoint :] AND I know i'm throwing a lot at you all at once, but I'm starting a new set on wednesday, that i hope you will all enjoy!

 

Ok...now swallow all that good news :]

Mateo Hernandez, Navigation Systems Technician, Jupiter Yards

Personal Log:

 

My short trip to Mars-Orbit is over and I am once again on transport to Jupiter Yards. This time, however, I am accompanied by several nav systems, tested and ready for installation. I had a wonderful time on the construction platform watching the automated arms piece together my engineering jigsaw puzzle.

 

Our Captain for this planet-hop is interested in my photography. We talked about some of the shots I took on the trip to Mars and she informed me that there would be two cargo barges unloading on the summit platform as we were passing. She helped me line up the shot and I don\'t think I could have asked for better lighting...

  

This has to be my favorite render so far. The lighting is clearly inspired by the wonderful digital artist Paul Pepera at www.artstation.com/paulpepera . A big thank you goes to mecabricks for the tips for fog and dispersion! Somehow, everything worked out with this build. I wasn't really sure how to make an obviously heavier platform than the previous one while still maintaining the shape and structure but I think this works. I\'ve been holding off on uploading another shot of just the little accompanying ships but now I think I have enough new ones to warrant it.

When I took these photos I did not think they will ever see daylight. They were taken for my private album, for my personal use. That was the day my son informed me that he had joined the Army. it was too late to ask the questions Why? Maybe you will change your mind? Decision has been made ...That day we both visited Salaspils Death Camp

 

from Wikipedia:

"In 1941, during World War II, German Nazi authorities established the largest civilian concentration camp in the Baltic states 2 km northwest of the town of Salaspils. The Latvian historian Heinrihs Strods and the German Holocaust historians Andrej Angrick and Peter Klein estimate the number of deaths at Salaspils at 2,000-3,000 in total, including children. At the site of the camp, a major monument complex in remembrance of the Soviet victims of Nazism was opened on 31 October 1967.

 

In addition, the Wehrmacht operated two sub-camps for Soviet prisoners of war near Salaspils (Zweiglager-1 and Zweiglager-2), both part of Stalag 350. The exact numbers of those who died at these two camps is the subject of ongoing debate..."

  

The Salaspils Memorial Ensemble was erected where an extended police prison and labour correctional camp (Erweitertes Polizeigefängnis und Arbeitserziehungslager) of National Socialistic Germany was located from 1941 to 1945. It was built by deported Jews from Germany, Austria and Czechoslovakia. The camp imprisoned Latvian, Lithuanian and Estonian civilians and military personal, as well as transit prisoners, including small children from Latgale, Belarus and Russia. Over the various periods that the Salaspils camp was in operation, more than 20,000 individuals found themselves there. Because of heavy labour, illness, starvation and inhumane treatment and punishments, at least 2,000 to 3,000 people died in the camp.

 

In 1967, one of Europe's largest monument complexes commemorating victims of Nazism was opened on the camp territory. The memorial creates a symbol of the border between life and death with a 100 metre long concrete wall, on which is written - "Beyond these gates the land groans". There are also seven concrete sculptures: "Mother", "The Unbroken", "The Humiliated", "Protest", "Red Front", "Solidarity","The Oath". The Salaspils Memorial Ensemble is part of Latvia's cultural canon. An exhibition is constructed at the gates of the monument. Sculptors L. Bukovskis, O. Skarainis, J. Zariņš; architects - G. Asaris, O. Ostenbergs, I. Strautmanis, O. Zakamennijs

 

In 2008, the German POW cemetery was opened on the memorial grounds.

 

The new exposition, which was opened February 2018, is open every day 10 a.m. 5 p.m. (April - October); 10 a.m. - 3 p.m. (November - March).

 

The Salaspils Memorial Ensemble is located about 5 km from Salaspils Railway Station and Tourism Information Centre.

 

Allowed to visit with dogs!

 

Salaspils Memorial, Salaspils county, LV-2118 +371 67216367 (sign up for excursions with guide)

www.salaspilsmemorials.lv/en/index

 

salaspils.memorials@gmail.com

  

Also I found this article in English

 

www.dark-tourism.com/index.php/latvia/15-countries/indivi...

This is an installation shot of the exhibition I have been posting about "Deposition : Drawn".

 

Here is the text of (long) statement I wrote for the exhibition:

 

"Deposition : Drawn" **

(An introduction by exhibition curator Tim Lowly)

 

Dear viewer,

 

Please note that the works in this exhibition are most likely not (about) what they initially appear to be. To better understand this exhibition please read the following.

 

As the curator and director of this gallery for over twenty-five years this exhibition is a rarity in that it brings together my role as gallery curator and my work as an artist. In relation to the latter, I am referring specifically to the most frequent subject of my own art: my now 37-year-old daughter Temma. Temma is and has been profoundly disabled since shortly after birth when she stopped breathing, had a cardiac arrest and–once revived–was having constant seizures: all of which ultimately resulted in substantial brain damage. Temma does not seem to be able to learn / remember. As such she exists attentively in a state of utter and profound innocence.

 

Temma is a member of a sector of society that is rarely seen and even more infrequently represented (pictorially or otherwise). Ethically it is a fraught thing to photograph someone who is unable to consent to being pictured. As such, individuals like Temma are largely invisible to (and unknown by) broader society. I find Temma to be a profoundly meaningful human and as her father I believe she is certainly worthy and deserving of representation. Much of my work as an artist has been Temma-centric. But this exhibition marks a new initiative titled “Deposition” in which Temma is conceptually at the center of the project but does not appear directly.

 

With this the first iteration of the Deposition project twenty-four artists have generously participated with their understanding that the exhibition would be symbolically, indirectly–yet centrally–related to Temma. I gave each of the participating artists a unique prompt which was informed by their own art practice and in some way–metaphorically, symbolically, poetically–by Temma. To be clear: every one of the images here was in some respect developed as a poetic / symbolic meditation on Temma Lowly (and–by extension–others like her).

 

For instance, following are examples of the prompts that led to four of the images made for the exhibition:

 

- Leyli Rashidi Rauf’s prompt was a drawing of a girl’s “pony-tail” of hair – perhaps being cut. The title of Leyli’s drawing “To break with the past” references the cutting of a woman’s hair as a gesture of protest in the current uprising for democracy in Iran. For Temma’s family the drawing also brings to mind the practice we have of cutting Temma’s hair every three years to donate it for wigs for people with medical hair loss.

 

- Emma Hadzi Antich’s prompt was a drawing of a baby mountain. One of Temma’s nicknames is “Baby Mountain”. This comes from my amusement when (as I was growing up in South Korea) American military would refer to their Korean girlfriends as “baby san”– with an unintended double meaning being that “san” can mean “mountain”. According to the artist her drawing of a mountain range–employing a stylization reminiscent of Orthodox iconography–protectively shelters the “baby mountain”. Emma’s meaning of the image certainly mirrors the way Temma’s care has been a matter of community.

 

- Greta Bisandola’s prompt was a drawing of utter innocence in a mysterious space. This Italian artist brought to her drawing a disconcerting juxtaposition of the head of a seemingly distressed infant on the torso of a woman’s body (the latter seemingly referencing the Italian Renaissance tradition sculptures of idealized nude figures). For Temma, who is 37 years old the existence in the body of an adult woman seems to be a truly mysterious thing.

 

- Alex Maczkowski’s prompt a drawing of a tree falling in the forest–perhaps with a bird taking off–whilst wondering if anybody hears taps the singer Bruce Cockburn’s twist on the famous philosophical question: “"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?". But Maczkowski’s prompt shifts the metaphor from Cockburn’s critique of deforestation of the Amazon (“If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear?”) to wondering who hears–pays attention to–the profoundly disabled–i.e.the “fallen”.

  

** Deposition is a curious word that I am using here metaphorically with a nod to these two meanings:

1) Art historically: an image of Jesus being lowered from the cross by a group of people.

2) Legal term: out-of-court testimony made under oath and recorded by an authorized officer for later use in court.

 

. . I've just been informed that the weather we had over the weekend was part of the same system of the cyclone, Nargis, that hit Myanmar (Burma) killing over 10,000 (as currently reported).

 

My heart bleeds for this country.

 

It is highly impoverished, for decades it has been under a brutal military regime, it suffered in the Asian tsunami and the death-toll has still not been accurately revealed, last year the military cracked down heavily on peaceful protesters and monks, and now this!

 

"And we shall overcome . . ." Lyndon B Johnson, to Congress, 1965. Let's hope the Burmese people will, too.

Grand Rapids, Michigan

Mahanoy City, PA

UPDATE: I was just informed that is a Juvenile Bald Eagle. I just assumed it was a hawk from its color. So now not only am I challenging myself to learn to take photos of moving objects...I am going to challenge myself to learn what it is that I am shooting! lol Thanks for the information QC52!!!

 

I have challenged myself to get better at shooting animals and people. And what a perfect time to do that as I have discovered so far this year, a Kingfisher, an Eagle and two days ago there was this Hawk. I like that I got a natural vignette from the lake behind him.

I travelled down to Bristol today to meet up with some Flickr friends. It was a fun day out, but I have been informed that by law I have to post a photo of the Clifton suspension bridge to Flickr.

 

Of course, I took some Stormtroopers down with me. So, together at last, Stormtroopers and Clifton suspension bridge!

 

And thank you to Lillput, *Hairbear, Archidave and Talkie_Tim for showing me around!

I worked close to Warrington Arpley for many years and would always have a look over to the stabling point when I arrived in the morning. Monday February 19th 1996 had a surprise in store with three European Passenger Services (EPS) 37's lined up. Suffice it to say at lunchtime they got recorded.

* Update 30/07/22 friend Harry Needle has just informed me he now owns all three!

* Here is 37609 in DRS passenger duty: www.flickr.com/photos/45021513@N08/18310834120/in/photoli...

** They were once a fleet of twelve locomotives involved in what transpired to be a rather unfortunate chapter in Channel Tunnel passenger service history. In November 1990, "European Passenger Services Ltd" (EPS) was set-up as a wholly-owned subsidiary of the British Rail Board to manage the proposed daytime international passenger services between London, British provincial cities, Paris, and Brussels. These were to be procured as a joint effort between EPS, SNCF, and SNCB, and the wheels were set in motion on 18th December 1989 when a contract was signed with GEC-Alsthom for the construction of thirty Trans Manche Super Trains.

In addition to the daytime services, a series of overnight sleeper trains were also planned to run through the Chunnel. These were promoted under the "Nightstar" brand and to manage this project, "European Night Services Ltd" (ENS) was established in 1992. ENS was a collaboration between EPS, SNCF, Deutsch-Bahn (DB), and Nederlandse Spoorwegen (Netherlands Railways). London, Edinburgh, Glasgow, Plymouth, Swansea, Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam, Cologne, Dortmund, and Frankfurt were all outlined as potential recipients of the sleeper trains, these of which are looked at in greater detail in the Nightstar section of the website. However, to set the scene, a £120,000,000 order was placed with a reluctant GEC Alsthom at Washwood Heath, Birmingham, for the construction of 139 passenger vehicles for the sleeper operation.

"Nightstar" services from Glasgow and Edinburgh would head south via West Coast and East Coast Main Lines respectively, and remarshalling of the trains would take place at Kensington Olympia before onward travel to the Chunnel. To haul the sleepers along these electrified routes and for passage through the Chunnel, seven Class 92 locomotives were ordered from Brush Traction Ltd at Loughborough in July 1990, each costing £3,000,000. However, those "Nighstar" trains emanating from Plymouth and Swansea, which used the Great Western Main Line to reach London, required diesel power as far as Kensington Olympia. The option of procuring a brand new diesel locomotive for this purpose was initially considered, but subsequently dropped. This was because the cost of building a relatively small number of diesel locomotives equipped with Electric Train Supply (ETS) to form a dedicated "Nightstar" fleet would be very expensive. As a result, ENS turned to the existing British Rail pool of diesels and in 1994, twelve Class 37 locomotives were selected from the TrainLoad freight sector to form a dedicated fleet for the Nightstar operation.

British Rail Maintenance Limited (BRML) Doncaster was awarded the contract to overhaul and modify the selected Class 37 locomotives. This included a complete overhaul of mechanical components, separation of the crank shaft from the engine, and bodywork restoration; known in the trade as a "G" exam. The bogie sets on all twelve were replaced by those salvaged from withdrawn Class 50 diesels and re-gearing increased the top speed from 80 MPH to 90 MPH. Fitted with vacuum braking when first introduced, all Class 37s were later converted to dual braking (i.e. vacuum and air); however, the vacuum equipment was removed from the "Nightstar" locomotives during overhaul and UIC (Union International des Chemin de fer) air brake pipes incorporated. ENS 61-way through train jumper connections were installed to make the locomotives and "Nightstar" carriages compatible with each other, Railway Clearing House (RCH) communication jumpers fitted, and standard coupling gear was retained.

 

In addition to those modifications already mentioned, the selected Class 37s were also wired for Electric Train Supply. However, the power for this would not come from the locomotives themselves, but rather a pool of generator vans dedicated to the "Nightstar" service. Five BR Mk 3 ex-sleeper cars were selected for conversion to this role. Originally, 120 of these vehicles had been ordered for construction at Derby from 1981 to 1984 for a market which was already in steady decline. Faster InterCity daytime services, combined with competing air travel, had eaten into the railway sleeper train business and the provision of Mk 3 vehicles for the latter, capable of 100 MPH running, was an attempt to regain some ground. Sadly, the demand never reached a level to justify such a large carriage fleet, which saw many of the Mk 3 sleeping cars become surplus to requirements early on.

For their new role on the Nightstar services, the ex-sleeper Mk 3 vehicles were to be equipped with a pair of diesel generators and associated fuel tank, and be re-wired for ETS operation. Technical details aside, the most interesting aspect of these carriages was how they would work in conjunction with the Class 37/6 fleet. To ensure the schedules of the Swansea and Plymouth sleepers ran to time, the plan was to have two diesel locomotives fronting each "Nightstar" formation, the latter of which would comprise seven passenger vehicles. The customary arrangement would then have been to sandwich the Mk 3 generator car in-between the sleeper stock and locomotives on all workings. However, from an operational viewpoint, this would result in a complex shunting arrangement at the end of each journey: not only would the Class 37s have to run round the coaching stock, but they would also have to switch to the opposite end of the generator car in a separate movement and re-attach it to the front of the train. The solution devised was novel and the final proposal was to have the generator car sandwiched in-between the locomotives, as per the below formation:

Therefore, this "top-and-tailing" of the generator car ensured that simple runaround manoeuvres at the end of each journey ultimately had a locomotive leading.

 

The Class 37/6 fleet would also not necessarily be limited to the "Great Western" lines. Engineering works on the ECML/WCML which required traversing non-electrified sections of route would call for diesel haulage on Scottish sleepers. On the daytime side of the operation, the locomotives could also be used, too: should the usual West London Line course between North Pole Depot and Waterloo International be blocked, Class 37/6s were intended to front TMSTs on a diversionary route from Kensington Olympia to Clapham Junction, via Willesden, Acton Central, and Barnes Bridge. The diesels could also be used to haul any failed "Eurostar" units. Given that the locomotives kept standard coupling gear, "barrier" wagons were procured to enable the fleet to be coupled to the TMSTs.

 

On 31st January 1995 the first of the overhauled "Nightstar" Class 37s, No. 37601, was formally handed over to EPS at Doncaster Works. The upper third of the bodyside was painted in "Executive Grey", the lower bodyside in light grey, and the roof in dark blue. Cast Channel Tunnel roundels were carried on both sides, and at one end the locomotive number and "EPS" branding was applied below the cab window. Snowploughs were fitted, but by May 1995 these had been removed, and by October of the same year the "Executive Grey" of the upper bodyside had been replaced by a lighter "Flint Grey" shade.

 

Official allocation of the type from the outset was to St Philips Marsh Depot (Bristol), which was geographically suitable to cover Plymouth and Swansea sleepers from a single base. Whilst the fleet could also be stabled at North Pole Depot for any Class 373 drags, maintenance work on them here was prohibited, because the site did not have the required environmental protection in the event of a diesel spillage. Therefore, some members were stationed at nearby Old Oak Common.

 

For the electric side of the operation, the first Class 92 was formally handed over to EPS at Waterloo International on 1st February 1995. On 29th February of the following year, the British Rail portions of EPS and ENS entities became part of the private consortium "London & Continental Railways", which had been announced as the preferred bidder to build and operate the proposed Channel Tunnel Rail Link. Whilst daytime London to Paris/Brussels services had been running since 14th November 1994, the "Regional Eurostar" and "Nightstar" operations were still distant.

 

L&CR made known that the existing "Eurostar" services were carrying much lower passenger numbers than originally forecast and soon after construction of the CTRL got underway, the company found itself in financial difficulties. This resulted in the Government stepping in to assist in February 1999, taking a large share of the firm at this time. Cost-cutting was the order of the day and in 1997, both "Nightstar" and "Regional Eurostar" schemes were put on hold. Their fate was sealed on 9th July 1999, when the two were formally cancelled.

 

What now for the stock procured for the "Nightstar" operation? The sleeper vehicles were placed into secure storage at MOD Kineton, Warwickshire, and the Class 92s offered for sale. No buyer could be found for the latter and the seven-strong fleet went into storage at Crewe Electric Depot. The Class 37/6 fleet had started to disband as early as 1997, when the "Nightstar" scheme was initially put on hold. In that year, Nos. 37607 to 37612 were taken on by "Direct Rail Services" (DRS), a freight operator established in 1995 as a wholly-owned subsidiary of "British Nuclear Fuels" for the movement of nuclear material. The rest were retained by EPS for TMST drags, although the pool was further reduced in size in 2002 when another three class members, Nos. 37602, 37605, and 37606, became part of the DRS fleet.

Nos. 37601, 37603, and 37604 remained at North Pole Depot as "Thunderbird" locomotives. On 7th October 2007, maintenance of the Class 373 formations was transferred to Temple Mills Depot prior to Section 2 of the CTRL from St Pancras to Southfleet Junction opening to scheduled passenger traffic. That saw No. 37604 being cast off to DRS in the previous week. Section 2 of the CTRL opened on 14th November 2007, which resulted in the last two EPS Class 37/6s, Nos. 37601 and 37603, being taken off L&CR's books. They became part of the DRS fleet early the following year.

** With thanks to Kent Rail for information.

Passing Lonsdale coach park Blackpool on 17th April 2017.

I am informed by a reliable source (i.e Monocontrol) that this was new to Blake's of Devon.

I've Been Informed By Those In The Know That Some Dancers Will Not Wear Their Carnival Costumes Until The Actual Parade Itself !

 

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I was just informed that this photo of the Photographer's Son received the MERIT OF EXCELLENCE Award (i.e. placed 2nd) in the Amateur Portrait category in the Master's Cup Photo contest:

www.thecolorawards.com/6thphotoshow/winners.php?x=a&c...

Across from me on the subway last night.

On Black

Merry Christmas to you all.

Many thanks to all those who have commented, informed, educated and amused over the past year. All the best for 2013.

 

English - Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Afrikaans - Geseënde Kersfees en 'n gelukkige nuwe jaar! Geseënde Kersfees en 'n voorspoedige Nuwe jaar!

Akeanon - Maayad-ayad nga Paskwa! Mahigugmaon nga Bag-ong Dag-on kinyo tanan!

Albanian - Gëzuar Krishtlindjet e Vitin e Ri!

Aleut - Kamgan Ukudigaa!

Alsatian - E güeti Wïnâchte un e gleckichs Nej Johr!

Amharic - Melkam Gena! Melkam Addis Amet!

Apache (Western) - Gozhqq Keshmish!

Arabic (Modern Standard)أجمل التهاني بمناسبة الميلاد و حلول السنة الجديدة

(ajmil at-tihānī bimunāsabah al-mīlād wa ḥilūl as-sanah al-jadīdah)

Armenian (Eastern) - Շնորհավոր Ամանոր և Սուրբ Ծնունդ (Shnorhavor Amanor yev Surb Tznund)

Armenian (Western) - Շնորհաւոր Նոր Տարի եւ Սուրբ Ծնունդ: (Shnorhavor Nor Daree yev Soorp Dzuhnoont) Բարի կաղանդ և ամանոր (Paree gaghant yev amanor)

Aromanian - Cãrciun hãrios (Hristolu s-aflà! Dealihea cà s-afla!)

shi ti multsã-anji Anlu Nàù!

Asturian - Bones Navidaes y Gayoleru añu nuevu!

Aymara - Sooma Nawira-ra!

Azerbaijani - Yeni Iliniz Mübarək / Təzə iliniz yaxşı olsun!

Basque - Zorionak eta urte berri on!

Belarusian - З Божым нараджэннем! (Z Bozym naradzenniem!) Шчаслівых Калядау! (Szczaslivych Kaliadau!) З Новым годам i Калядамi! (Z Novym godam i Kaliadami!)

Bengali - শুভ বড়দিন (shubho bôṛodin) শুভ নববর্ষ (shubho nôbobôrsho)

Bikol - Maogmang Pasko! Mamura-way na Ba-gong Taon sa indo gabos!

Blackfoot - I'taamomahkatoyiiksistsikomi!

Bosnian - Sretan Bozic i sretna nova godina!

Breton - Nedeleg laouen ha bloavezh mat!

Bulgarian - Честита Коледа! (Čestita Koleda!) Щастлива Нова Година! (Štastliva Nova Godina!)

Catalan - Bon Nadal i feliç any nou!

Cebuano - Maayong Pasko! Mabungahong Bag-ong Tuig kaninyong tanan!

Chamorro - Felis Nåbidåt yan Magof na Åñu Nuebu! Felis Påsgua yan Magof na Åñu Nuebu!

Cherokee - Danistayohihv & Aliheli'sdi Itse Udetiyvasadisv!

Cheyenne - Hoesenestotse & Aa'eEmona'e!

Chinese (Cantonese) - 聖誕節同新年快樂 (singdaanjit tùnhg sànnìhn faailohk)

Chinese (Hakka) - 聖誕節快樂, 新年快樂 (shin5-tan5-ziet7 kwai5-lok8, sin1-ngien2 kwai5-lok8)

Chinese (Mandarin) - 聖誕快樂 新年快樂 [圣诞快乐 新年快乐] (shèngdàn kuàilè xīnnián kuàilè)

Chinese (Shanghainese) - 圣诞节快乐 (sendaijiq kualoq) 新年快乐 (sinni kualoq)

Chinese (Taiwanese) - Sèng-tàn-chiat Khòai-lo̍k (聖誕節快樂)

Sin-nî Chhut-thâu-thiⁿ (新年出頭天)

Chinese (Teochew) - 圣诞快乐 (siandang kuailak) 新年快乐 (singnin kuailak)

Choctaw - Yukpa, Nitak Hollo Chito!

Comanche - Tsaa Nu̶u̶sukatu̶̲ Waa Himaru̶!

Cornish - Nadelik Lowen ha Blydhen Nowydh Da! Nadelik Looan ha Looan Blethen Noweth! Nadelack looan ha looan blethan noueth!

Cree - Mitho Makosi Kesikansi!

Creek - Afvcke Nettvcakorakko!

Croatian - Sretan Božić! Sretna Nova godina!

Czech - Veselé vánoce a šťastný nový rok!

Danish - Glædelig jul og godt nytår!

Dutch - Prettige kerstdagen en een Gelukkig Nieuwjaar! Zalig kerstfeest en Gelukkig Nieuwjaar!

East Inuktitut - Quviasummi Quviasugitsi/Quviasuvvisiutsiarit ammalu Qitinngumarik!

Esperanto - Ĝojan/Bonan Kristnaskon kaj feliĉan novan jaron!

Estonian - Rõõmsaid Jõule ja Head Uut Aastat! Häid Jõule ja Head Uut Aastat!

Faroese - Gleðilig Jól og eydnuríkt nýggjár! Gleðilig Jól og gott nýggjár! Gleiðilig jól og eitt av harranum signað nýggjár!

Fijian - Me Nomuni na marau ni siga ni sucu dei na yabaki vou!

Finnish - Hyvää joulua ja onnellista uutta vuotta!

Flemish - Zalig Kerstfeest en Gelukkig nieuw jaar!

Frisian - Noflike Krystdagen en folle lok en seine!

French - Joyeux Noël et bonne année!

Friulian - Bon Nadâl e Biel An Gnûv!

Galician - Bo Nadal e próspero aninovo!

Georgian - გილოცავთ შობა-ახალ წელს (gilocavth shoba-akhal c’els) გილოცავ შობა-ახალ წელს (gilocav shoba-akhal c’els)

German - Fröhliche Weihnachten und ein gutes neues Jahr!

German (Bavarian) - Froue Weihnåcht'n, und a guad's nei's Joah!

German (Hessian) - Frohe Weihnachte unn ein gudes neus Jahr!

German (Swiss) - Schöni Wienachte und e guets neus Jahr! Schöni Wiehnachte und es guets Neus! Schöni Wiänachtä, äs guets Nöis!

German (Pennsylvania) - En frehlicher Grischtdaag un en hallich Nei Yaahr!

Greek - Καλά Χριστούγεννα! (kalá hristúyenna) Ευτυχισμένο το Νέο Έτος! (eftyhisméno to Néo Étos!) Καλή χρονιά! (kalí hroñá)

Greenlandic - Juullimi ukiortaasamilu pilluaritsi!

Hausa - Barka da Kirsimatikuma barka da sabuwar shekara!

Hawaiian - Mele Kalikimaka me ka Hauʻoli Makahiki Hou!

Hebrew - חג מולד שמח ושנה טובה Chag Molad Sameach v'Shanah Tovah

Hiligaynon - Malipayon nga Paskwa!

Mahamungayaon - Nga Bag-ong Tuig sa inyong tanan!

Hindi - शुभ क्रिसमस (Śubh krisamas) नये साल की हार्दिक शुभकामनायें (Naye sāl kī hārdik śubhkāmnayeṅ)

Hungarian - Kellemes karácsonyt és boldog új évet!

Icelandic - Gleðileg jól og farsælt komandi ár! Gleðileg jól og farsælt nýtt ár!

Ilokano - Naragsak a Paskua! Narang-ay a Baro a Tawen kadakayo amin!

Indonesian - Selamat hari natal dan tahun baru!

Inonhan - Malipayon nga Paskwa kag Masadya nga Bag-ong Tuig sa inyo tanan!

Inuktitut - Kuvianak Inovia! IñupiaqQuvianagli Anaiyyuniqpaliqsi suli Nakuuluni Ukiutqiutiqsi! InupiatunAnnaurri Aniruq-lu Paglaun Ukiutchiaq! Quvianaq Agaayuniqpak-lu Paglaun Ukiutchiaq! Nayaangmik Piqagiñ-lu Paglaun Ukiutchiaq!

Irish (Gaelic) - Nollaig shona duit! Beannachtaí na Nollag! Beannachtaí an tSéasúir! Athbhliain faoi mhaise duit! Bliain úr faoi shéan is faoi mhaise duit!

Italian - Buon Natale e felice anno nuovo!

Japanese - メリークリスマス (merī kurisumasu) 新年おめでとうございます (shinnen omedetō gozaimasu) 明けましておめでとうございます (akemashite omedetō gozaimasu) 旧年中大変お世話になりました (kyūnenjū taihen osewa ni narimashita) 本年もよろしくお願いいたします (honnen mo yoroshiku onegai itashimasu)

Jèrriais - Bouan Noué / Jouaiyeux Noué et Bouonne année! Un Bouan Noué et lé Nouvel An!

Judeo-Spanish / Ladino - Noel alegre i felis anyo muevo!

Kapampangan - Masayang Pasku! Masaplalang Bayung Banwa keko ngan!

Kazakh - Жаңа жыл құтты болсын! (Jaña jıl quttı bolsın!) Жаңа жылыңыз құтты болсын! (Jaña jılıñız quttı bolsın!)

Kinyarwanda - Noheri nziza n'umwaka mushya muhire!

Kirghiz - Жаны Жылыныздар куттуу болсун!

Korean - 즐거운 성탄절 보내세요 및 새해 복 많이 받으세요 (jeulgeoun seongtanjeol bonaeseyo mich saehae bok manhi bateusaeyo) 메리 크리스마스 잘 지내고 새해 복 많이 받으세요

(meri keuriseumaseu mich saehae bok manhi bateusaeyo)

Kurdish (Kurmanji) - Kirîsmes u ser sala we pîroz be!

Kurdish (Sorani) - Kirîsmes u salî nwêtan lê pîroz bê!

Lao - Souksan van Christmas! Sabai dee pee mai!

Latin - Natale hilare et annum faustum!

Latvian - Priecīgus Ziemassvētkus un laimīgu Jauno gadu!

Lithuanian - Linksmų Kalėdų ir laimingų Naujųjų Metų!

Luganda - Mbagaliza Christmass Enungi Nomwaka Omugya Gubaberere Gwamirembe!

Luxembourgish - E schéine Chrëschtdag an e glécklecht neit Joer!

Schéi Feierdeeg an e glécklecht neit Joer! Schéi Chrëschtdeeg an e gudde Rutsch an d'neit Joer!

Macedonian - Христос се роди! (Hristoc se rodi!) Среќен Божик и среќна Нова година! (Sreken Božik i srekna Nova godina)

Malagasy - Mirary noely sambatra! Arahabaina tratrin'ny taona vaovao!

Malay - Selamat Hari Natal! Selamat Tahun Baru!

Malayalam - പുഥുവല്സര ആശംസകല് (puthuvalsara aashamsakal) ക്രിസ്തുമസ് ആശംസകല് (kariistumasu aashamsakal) നവവല്സര ആശംസകല് (nava-valsara aashamsakal)

MalteseI - l-Milied Ħieni u s-Sena t-Tajba! Awguri għas-sena l-ġdid!

Manx - Nollick Ghennal as Blein Vie Noa!

Māori - Meri Kirihimete me ngā mihi o te tau hou ki a koutou katoa!

Marathi - शुभ नाताळ (Śubh Nātāḷ) नवीन वर्षच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा (Navīn varṣacyā hārdik śubhecchā)

Mongolian - Танд зул сарын баярын болон шинэ жилийн мэндийг хүргэе (Tand zul sariin bayriin bolon shine jiliin mendiig hurgey)

Navajo - Ya'at'eeh Keshmish!

Nepali - क्रस्मसको शुभकामना तथा नयाँ वर्षको शुभकामना

(krismas ko subhakamana tatha nayabarsha ko subhakamana)

Norwegian - God jul og godt nytt år! God jol og godt nyttår!

Occitan - Polit Nadal e bona annada!

Ogoni - Eenyie Mea Krist Ne Eenyie Aagbaa!

Old English - Glæd Geol and Gesælig Niw Gear!

Pangasinan - Maabig ya Pasko! Maaligwas ya Balon Taon ed sikayon amin!

Papiamentu - Bon Pasku i Felis Anja Nobo!

Persian - (kerismas mobārak) كریسمس مبارک

(sale no mobārak) سال نو مبارک

Polish - Wesołych świąt i szczęśliwego nowego roku!

Portuguese - Feliz Natal e próspero ano novo! Feliz Ano Novo!

Boas Festas e Feliz Ano Novo! Um Santo e Feliz Natal!

Punjab - iਕਰਿਸਮ ਤੇ ਨਵਾੰ ਸਾਲ ਖੁਸ਼ਿਯਾੰਵਾਲਾ ਹੋਵੇ (karisama te nawāṃ sāla khušayāṃwālā hewe)

Quenya - Alassëa Hristomerendë! Alassëa Vinyarië!

Rarotongan - Kia orana e kia manuia rava i teia Kiritimeti e te Mataiti Ou!

Romansh (Sursilvan dialect) - Legreivlas fiastas da Nadal ed in bien niev onn!

Romanian - Crăciun fericit şi un An Nou Fericit!

Russian - С наступающим Новым Годом! (S nastupayuščim Novym Godom) С Рождеством Христовым! (S Roždestvom Khristovym)

Samoan - Manuia le Kerisimasi, ma le Tausaga Fou!

Scots - A Blythe Yule an a Guid Hogmanay! Merry Christmas an a Guid Hogmanay!

Scottish - GaelicNollaig chridheil agus bliadhna mhath ùr!

Serbian (Orthodox) Христос се роди и срећна Нова година!

Serbian (Non-Orthodox) Срећан Божић и срећна Нова година!

Sesotho - Keresemese e monate le mahlohonolo a selemo se setjha!

Sicilian - Bon Natali e filici annu novu!

Sindarin - Mereth Veren e-Doled Eruion! Garo Idhrinn Eden Veren!

Slovak - Veselé vianoce a Štastný nový rok!

Slovenian - Vesel božič in Srečno novo leto!

Somali - Ciid wanaagsan iyo sanad cusub oo fiican!

Spanish - ¡Feliz Navidad y próspero año nuevo!

Swahili - Krismasi Njema! Heri ya krismas! Heri ya mwaka mpya!

Swedish - God jul och gott nytt år!

Tagalog - Maligayang Pasko, Manigong bagong taon!

Tamil - Nathar Puthu Varuda Valthukkal

Tahitian - Ia orana no te noere! Ia orana i te matahiti api!

Telugu - సంతోషకరమైన క్రిస్ఠ్మస్ ! (saṅthoashakaramaina kristmas) మరియు నూతన సంవత్సర శుభాకాంక్షలు (mariyu noothana saṅvathsara shubhaakaaṅkshalu)

Thai - สุขสันต์วันคริสต์มาส และสวัสดีปีใหม (souksaan wan Christmas sawatdii pimaï)

Tibetan - Iosalazashidele

Tigrinya - rHus beˋal ldet (ygberelka) rHus əwed ˋamet (ygberelka)

Tongan - Kilisimasi fiefia mo ha ta'u fo'ou monū'ia!

Tsotsil - Xmuyubajuk ti avo'one ti ta k'ine xchu'uk ti ta ach' jabile!

Turkish - İyi Noeller ve Mutlu Yıllar! İyi seneler / Yeni yılınız kutlu olsun! Yeni yılınızı kutlar, sağlık ve başarılar dileriz!

Ukrainian - Веселого Різдва і з Новим Роком!

Urdu - کرسمَس مبارک

نايا سال مبارک هو

بڑدا دنمبارک هو

Uzbek - Yangi yilingiz bilan!

Vietnamese - Chúc Giáng Sinh Vui Vẻ và Chúc Năm Mới Tốt Lành!

Volapük - Lemotöfazäli yofik e nulayeli läbik!

Võro - Hüvvä joulu ja õnnõlikku vahtsõt aastakka!

Waray-Waray - Maupay nga Pasko! Mainuswagon nga Bag-ong Tuig ha iyo ngatanan!

Welsh - Nadolig llawen a blwyddyn newydd dda!

West Inuktitun - Quvianaq Qitchirvik/Quviahugitsi Quviahugvingmi amma Quvianaq Ukiuaq Nutaaq Tikingmivuq!

Xhosa - Siniqwenelela Ikrisimesi Emnandi Nonyaka Omtsha Ozele Iintsikelelo!

Yorùbá - Ẹ ku Ayọ Keresimesi ati Ọdun Tuntun!

Zulu - Sinifesela uKhisimusi oMuhle noNyaka oMusha oNempumelelo!

Bahasa Malaysia - Selamat Hari Natal!

Bengali - Shuvo Baro Din - Shuvo Nabo Barsho!

Corsican - Bon Natale e Bon capu d' annu!

Crazanian - Rot Yikji Dol La Roo!

Duri - Christmas-e- Shoma Mobarak!

Eskimo - Jutdlime pivdluarit ukiortame pivdluaritlo!

Indonesian -Selamat Hari Natal!

Karelian - Rastawanke Sinun, Uvven Vuvenke Sinun!

Lappic - Buorit Juovllat ja Buorre Oddajahki!

Lausitzian - Wjesole hody a strowe nowe leto!

Livian - Riiemlizi Talspividi ja pagin vonno udaigastos!

Low Saxon - Heughliche Winachten un 'n moi Nijaar!

Marathi - Shub Naya Varsh!

Maori - Meri Kirihimete!

Monogasque - Festusu Natale e Bona ana noeva!

Oriya -Sukhamaya christmass ebang khusibhara naba barsa!

Papua New Guinea - Bikpela hamamas blong dispela Krismas na Nupela yia i go long yu!

Philippines Maligayang - Pasco at Manigong Bagong Taon!

Pashto - De Christmas akhtar de bakhtawar au newai kal de mubarak sha!

Punjabi - Nave sal di mubaraka!

Pushto - Christmas Aao Ne-way Kaal Mo Mobarak Sha!

Raeto-Ramance - Bella Festas da zNadal ed in Ventiravel Onn Nov!

Rhetian - Bellas festas da nadal e bun onn!

Romanche - Legreivlas fiastas da Nadal e bien niev onn!

Romani (GYPSY) - Bachtalo krecunu Thaj Bachtalo Nevo Bers!

Sami - Buorrit Juovllat!

Samoan - Manuia le Kerisimasi ma le Tausaga Fou!

Sardian - Felize Nadale e Bonu Cabuannu!

Sardinian -Bonu nadale e prosperu annu nou!

Surinamese (SRANANTONGO) - Wan Santa Bedaki!

Singhalese - Subha nath thalak Vewa. Subha Aluth Awrudhak Vewa!

Sorbian - Wjesole hody a strowe Nowe leto!

Somali - Ciid wanaagsan iyo sanad cusub oo fiican!

Sudanese - Wilujeng Natal Sareng Warsa Enggal!

Tagalog - Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon!

Tamil - Nathar Puthu Varuda Valthukkal!

Tok Pisin - Meri Krismas & Hepi Nu Yia!

Tongan - Kilisimasi Fiefia & Ta'u fo'ou monu ia!

Tswana - Keresemose o monate le masego a ngwaga o montsha!

Urdu - Naya Saal Mubarak Ho!

Vanina - Bon Natale a Tutti!

Vepsi - Rastvoidenke i Udenke Vodenke!

Yayeya - Krisema!

Afrikander - Een Plesierige Kerfees!

Tigrinja - Rehus-Beal-Ledeats!

Assyrian - Eidokhon Avee Brikha!

Azari - Bayramez Mobarak Olsen!

Bicolano - Maugmang Capascuhan asin Masaganang Ba-gong Taon!

Iban - Selamat Ari Krismas enggau Taun Baru!

Kadazan -Kotobian Tadau Do Krimas om Toun Vagu!

Trukeese - Neekirissimas annim oo iyer seefe feyiyeech!

Sobota - Dobro dedek!

Udmurt - Shuldyr Ymuśton!

Iroquois - Ojenyunyat Sungwiyadeson honungradon nagwutut. Ojenyunyat osrasay!

  

This is a perfect example of why it pays to keep others informed. After grabbing a few shots of K444 since it was sitting in the hole at SE Tucker waiting for a crew, I decided to head north towards the Etowah Sub to see if I could find out where W024 with an SD50-3 leading a SD40-2 was. Upon arriving at Emerson, one of the younger railfans I helped informed where K444 was had posted that the crew had shown up out of nowhere & was waiting for Q583 to clear up the single track before heading south. I quickly got off at that exit & quickly started heading back over 30 miles south, not knowing if Q583 was near them. Upon getting to East Switch just before Howell Yard, I get word that K444 just cleared the signal at SE Tucker. So I parked where I was & waited for them to come to me, not wanting to give Howell any chance of slapping another engine or wying the power to put the 2431 in a trailing position. Less than 15 minutes later, they come into view & I set myself up, hoping that the break in the clouds would hold. Here, we see K444 knocking down the East Switch signal as it's about to go under I-75. As it would turn out, I ended up getting the only sunny shot of this train that day, as it would end up sitting at Gilstrap the rest of the day waiting for a crew to take it to Etowah. 1-2-21

Keeping the head end informed, last eastbound Canadian at rest in Winnipeg. We've recently completed the last passenger run from Calgary to Winnipeg: Calgary is now without intercity rail service heading east: the last westbound has met us here and is on the other track. Tomorrow it will be the last passenger train to call at Calgary. Bizarre for a major city in a G20 country.

 

On other matters...Head-End (electrical) Power to warm trains is more efficient, more reliable, and makes more sense in the age of electric and diesel-electric locomotives, but still in my mind passenger cars should steam in the winter...! Since this shot VIA's strealiner fleet has been rebuilt to use HEP instead of steam: more reliable as the power lines can't freeze in winter, unlike steam lines.

 

Original image 4x4-inch print from a 120 negative, shot on a Yashicamat 124. I finally found and scanned the negative: big improvement! More detail both on the car outside in daylight and the conductor in the shade of the train shed. Agfa APX 100 was the film used (A film in retrospect was quite nice!) and the exposure was augmented with another classic, a Vivitar 283 flash with a LumiQuest Pocket Bounce -- analog HDR, if you will! I use flash more in daylight than in the dark.

Goldcrest - Rayleigh Essex. Came across this accidentally whilst trimming some conifers for the inlaws. Amazing structure and it had 8 chicks squeezed into it! Unfortunately I have just been informed that they have been predated by Magpies.

LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'

 

In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.

 

www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."

  

Yes, it was.

 

Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.

 

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He informed me yesterday that i am at 23 offically old.Don't you just love a kids honesty hehe

'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'

 

In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.

 

www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."

  

Yes, it was.

 

Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.

 

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My original visit was back in 2012, the Storehouse was vastly overgrown back then ( www.flickr.com/photos/139375961@N08/shares/sRmFG0 )

Speaking to a local chap, who informed me the area where the Storehouse is positioned was amongst the cattle sheds, recently cleared out by the current owner, the area may be put over for housing.

Solihull, Wessex, we are later informed, and the abode of King Arthur and Queen Doris, uncle and aunt of Tim Brooke-Taylor. They depute their nephew and his fellow Goodies to look after their home (which is otherwise Bodiam Castle in East Sussex) while they go off on holiday (to Bognor Regis, in fact). They specifically task all three Goodies to ensure that their home does not fall into the clutches of the Town Planner. As played by Alfie Bass, this wicked man seeks to buy Camelot/Bodiam Castle and raze it to make way for a motorway that connects with Stonehenge Supermarket and the Buckingham Palace Cement Factory.

 

It all proves very touch-and-go for the Goodies, and despite them ending up for a while in the Camelot/Bodiam Castle torture chamber, the Town Planner and his evil henchmen are thwarted, and a grateful Uncle King Arthur and Queen Doris return home.

 

After this episode of The Goodies was filmed in 1973, more comedic turmoil came to Bodiam Castle soon afterwards, when the Monty Python team arrived to film scenes for ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail’. I managed to slip in between the shoots to capture a tranquil scene - no witches getting dunked in the moat, nor any fire-breathing dragons on the front lawn.

 

A happy ending for ‘Camelot’ in 1973, but not always the same story elsewhere. The heart of my childhood hometown was needlessly eviscerated around then by town planners. Residents were angry then, and they still rage today. I will also cite Herbert Manzoni (1899-1972), the City Engineer and Surveyor of Birmingham between 1935 and 1963. No building within the city’s heart deserved to be saved from the wreckers as he carved up the city with a network of roads and underpasses, all surrounded by the concrete noose of a ring road. It has taken years to mitigate the damage he wreaked.

 

March 1974

Zorki 4 camera

Agfa CT18 film.

I'VE BEEN SCAMMED and my computer HACKED!!! My son informed me that the whole computer VIRUS thing I mentioned the other day was a SCAM! My Bank said the first step is to phone the company and cancel the 5-year Protection I paid for and to ask for a refund, which I have just done. Doubt that will happen. Also have to now take my computer in to be cleaned of all the malware, etc. they have installed on my hard drive. What a PAIN! I'm always very careful of scams and hoaxes, but I sure fell for this one.

 

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Our weather forecast for this morning gives a temperature of -2C (windchill -4C). We are under a Freezing Drizzle Advisory, too. Whatever happened to sunshine and warmth? Recently, we have been having rainy, dreary (and the day before yesterday, very foggy!) weather. A decision needed to be made - to go or not go on a birding day trip east of the city. Usually, people don't have to register for most outings, but the trip on 20 September 2018 was different, thanks to a change in how outings will be run in the future. I had registered, which helped push me out of the door on a day with a forecast for rain all day. So glad I did go, though, as once the dense fog eventually pretty much lifted half way through the day, the sun came out and it was beautiful.

 

Our route took us to places such as (very foggy) Weed Lake and, much further east, Marsland Basin. I love our trips in this direction from the city, even more so because I very rarely do the drive myself. At the location where I took the photo above, there were so many Blackbirds - Yellow-headed, Red-winged, Brewer's, plus a few Grackles mixed in with them.

 

As for birds, 56 species were spotted, most at extremely far distances. As usually happens, I only saw some of them, but was happy with the ones I did see. Not much chance to take photos of birds, but as usual, my camera lens turned to everything else around me - scenery, wildflowers, insects, old barns and sheds, and a few beautifully delicate spider webs covered in dew, rain or fog drops. I loved finding these! I wish I knew what kind of spiders create the much more random webs - different from the full-circle ones I normally come across. I can only imagine what these webs might have looked like in sunshine, instead of heavy fog. Still, I'm happy that a few photos are fit to post, to remind me of nature's beauty this day.

 

After our first stop, we decided to have an early coffee break, in hopes that the fog would improve. Eventually, it did, slightly. Fog is definitely not what one wants on a birding trip! I think we had seven stops in total, including one at Marsland Basin, our most distant destination. Such a great place to visit and enjoy. While everyone else was peering through their binoculars at the distant wetland, I was wandering through the trees and grounds surrounding Lynn and Sue's home, catching a Sunflower shot here and a donkey shot there, and so on. One of my favourite places. Sorry we missed you, Lynn!

 

Many thanks as always, Andrew, for yet another very enjoyable trip. Thanks, too, for everyone combining to create the list of total species. So many great pairs of eyes. It felt so good to be away from my computer for hours, too, especially after getting a Virus the previous day and coming very close to losing everything on my computer! Then, what happens this morning, after my computer was fixed remotely by a technician? I go to Facebook to wish my grandson a Happy Birthday, and I get the Blue Screen of Death!!! Wish I could say I love computers - but definitely not the last three days!

Thank You: Ann Denise, Wanda, Lori, Gina, and all who informed me my book was online!

 

Here is what it says under the book:

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Art Circus!: Altering Techniques, Art Cards, and Other Magical Projects (Paperback)

by Lisa Kettell (Author)

Product details

 

Paperback: 144 pages

Publisher: Quarry Books (1 Feb 2009)

Language English

Product Description

 

Product Description

Art Circus! takes the reader on a magical journey into the artistic world where they can discover their creative muse which is waiting to come out and play. It is at heart a technique book for altered artists, but is housed within a wonderful, spectacular fantasy land. The book will bring the reader, the daydreamer, the explorer, the artist, to a place have never been, where they can unleash their artistic dreams and explore hidden worlds through cutting-edge techniques, creative projects, and beautiful images. The book will include easy tutorials on basic digital altering effects for new and vintage images, step by step instruction for projects, a gallery of inspirational projects from other artists, and clip art and vintage images for readers to use in their own projects. The book will cover digital and paper alteration, creating from found and household objects (jars and boxes), will feature playful illustration, vintage imagery, and use a myriad of other mixed-media materials ranging from glitter and wire to crinolin and coloring agents.

 

Synopsis

This book will bring the reader, the daydreamer, the explorer, the artist, to a place they have never been, where they can unleash their artistic dreams and explore hidden worlds through cutting-edge techniques, creative projects, and beautiful images. The book will include easy tutorials on basic digital altering effects for new and vintage images, step by step instruction for projects, a gallery of inspirational projects from other artists, and clip art and vintage images for readers to use in their own projects. The book will cover digital and paper alteration, creating from found and household objects (jars and boxes), will feature playful illustration, vintage imagery, and use a myriad of other mixed-media materials ranging from glitter and wire to crinolin and coloring agents.

  

My Blog:

faerieenchantment.blogspot.com/

 

One of my fans (haha) has informed me that I need to upload new photos...

 

I have been really, really sick the past few days and had to cancel a few shoots I was really looking forward to. But I have lots of old stuff that I haven't uploaded. ;)

 

This is everyone's favorite model Ashley :) We shot this in July...a beauty shoot for my makeup artist's portfolio.

I'VE BEEN SCAMMED!!! My son informed me that the whole computer VIRUS thing that I mentioned the other day was a SCAM! My Bank said the first step is to phone the company and cancel the 5-year Protection I paid for and to ask for a refund, which I have just done. Doubt that will happen. Also have to now take my computer in to be cleaned of all the malware, etc. they have installed on my hard drive. What a PAIN! I'm always very careful of scams, but I sure fell for this one.

 

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Our weather forecast for this morning gives a temperature of -2C (windchill -4C). We are under a Freezing Drizzle Advisory, too. Whatever happened to sunshine and warmth? Recently, we have been having rainy, dreary (and the day before yesterday, very foggy!) weather. A decision needed to be made - to go or not go on a birding day trip east of the city. Usually, people don't have to register for most outings, but the trip on 20 September 2018 was different, thanks to a change in how outings will be run in the future. I had registered, which helped push me out of the door on a day with a forecast for rain all day. So glad I did go, though, as once the dense fog eventually pretty much lifted half way through the day, the sun came out and it was beautiful.

 

Our route took us to places such as (very foggy) Weed Lake and, much further east, Marsland Basin. I love our trips in this direction from the city, even more so because I very rarely do the drive myself.

 

As for birds, 56 species were spotted, most at extremely far distances. As usually happens, I only saw some of them, but was happy with the ones I did see. Not much chance to take photos of birds, but as usual, my camera lens turned to everything else around me - scenery, wildflowers, insects, old barns and sheds, and a few beautifully delicate spider webs covered in dew, rain or fog drops. I loved finding these! I wish I knew what kind of spiders create the much more random webs - different from the full-circle ones I normally come across. I can only imagine what these webs might have looked like in sunshine, instead of heavy fog. Still, I'm happy that a few photos are fit to post, to remind me of nature's beauty this day.

 

After our first stop, we decided to have an early coffee break, in hopes that the fog would improve. Eventually, it did, slightly. Fog is definitely not what one wants on a birding trip! I think we had seven stops in total, including one at Marsland Basin, our most distant destination. Such a great place to visit and enjoy. While everyone else was peering through their binoculars at the distant wetland, I was wandering through the trees and grounds surrounding Lynn and Sue's home, catching a Sunflower shot here and a donkey shot there, and so on. One of my favourite places. Sorry we missed you, Lynn!

 

Many thanks as always, Andrew, for yet another very enjoyable trip. Thanks, too, for everyone combining to create the list of total species. So many great pairs of eyes. It felt so good to be away from my computer for hours, too, especially after getting a Virus the previous day and coming very close to losing everything on my computer!

Errrrrrr..................?

 

My husband informed me he wants another Diggory Wombat book for his birthday later this month. It won’t get finished but I’ve got my references made, and have outlined the story so it will hopefully be well on its way by then. I’ve got a few pages penciled in and as you see, I’ve started some pen work. I think I’ll draw them all before I start adding the watercolor. Just in case, I decide to make changes.

Diggory’s going to visit a Dude Ranch. This time around I’m doing the book in a way that I can publish if I decide to. We’ll see how that goes. I’ll still have to figure out how to compile it all without purchasing new software. Pages on my Mac certainly can’t handle it.

This will be the cover page. I’ll add the title digitally since I’m not very good with fonts.

 

Lots of "not-so-pleasant" news on the paper lately...

 

But still better be informed than oblivious.

 

Subway car

New York

  

(Taken with 3G iPhone)

Chronicles of lifting Light :

Tales from The Poet and the Peasant

 

There is a certain daring “edge” in acting out a role playing game on a partner(s) in public, especially if (in our case) one favors pickpocketing.

It’s a certain adrenaline thrill, both addictive and desirable, that increases up until the “mark” is relived of one or more of her dangling valuables. Whether its carried out with a simple bump, a lift conveyed while, say dancing, or a squeeze play maneuvered with a second player, it all creates and holds a level of excitement most thrilling in its nature, quite erotic within its scope.

 

This Chronicle contains short essays on pickpocketing games played solely within our group over the past few years.

 

These were games only, done with full knowledge and consent of all the players ( with a couple of exceptions where the parties involved were not informed of the actual happenings until sometime after the fact.)

Any articles of jewelry lifted were returned to their original owners, albeit sometimes those owners at first thought the jewelry being returned had just simply fallen away.

The actual facts have been stretched, padded and enhanced, due primarily to the significant detail that I rather like those in my immediate circle, and in order to keep them liking me, have agreed to “put meat on the bone” so to speak, when putting pen to paper.

This journal is far from complete, and additional stories will be added as they are played out.

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The “Poet and the Peasant” Is a little backwater pub owned by Brian’s Aunt and Uncle. It’s a laid back place, music (mostly canned) , the usual caste of regulars ,Including us, and a generous section of ales and other “demon” drink.

The pub is housed in an ancient old building with all sorts of old Victorian era objects, found and given a home in the pub’s numerous nooks and crannies. Including the skull of poor Erik. Erik was a 17th century poet and balladeer who supposedly was beheaded for making several torrid lyrics about a certain Saxon king. His grinning skull sits high up in a shelf along a balustrade, usually with a cigar clamped in his jaws. Couldn’t tell how many times someone who had more than his fill of drink has tried to light it for the poor blighter. The pub is a regular howl around Halloween, thanks to Erik, who has obtained quite a degree of notability, despite being dead for all these long years.

Basically, Erik aside, the “Poet and the Peasant” is a great place to hang out and make plans with a pint in hand.

 

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Opening Act

Atonement

We were heading to a small resort that we once had stayed at for a wedding and reception. It was Just “Ginny” and I on a 4 day escape from reality. We were passing through one of the small towns on the way, when Ginny spotted a dress shoppe, with several mannequins wearing evening frocks. She had to stop, we had a function the next month and she had “nothing to wear”( Liar I thought grinning).

 

We went inside and on a “gently worn” rack she pulled out this long string sleeved satin number and tried it on. The young clerk said it was patterned after the one in the movie atonement ( which neither of us had seen) but its rich deep green( Irish green the clerk called it, which I really had no idea was a colour) really set off Ginny’s long copper hair, and I liked the way her hair laid down her bare backside.

 

We arrived at the resort in early afternoon and claimed our suite( paid for by an anniversary gift) and set out to explore the place. The resort was packed, and we found out that there were 2 evening wedding receptions taking place on Saturday. An Idea began to take seed and as we walked I found a way to bring it into conversation.

 

Ginny had brought her rhinestones ( see Album Chronicles of lifting Light, B) for a bit of date roleplay in our suite some chosen evening of our stay. I suggested that she should give her gown and the rhinestones a try in public. Where she asked? I than laid out my game plan and a smile crept across her face, lit up by the sun poking through the trees on the wooded path we had been walking. Ginny liked to dress up, and I used that trump card to my advantage.

 

At around 5pm I slipped into the larger of the two receptions (crashed if you like) and wondering over to the bar I got a drink and waited, nursing it. I was reasonably presentable in a suit jacket, slacks, silk shirt and satin tie. As I waited I found myself pretty much unnoticed, which was a far cry from what Ginny encountered when she cautiously entered about fifteen minutes later, green gown swirling, rhinestones all a glitter. It didn’t take long for the sharks to start circling. One lad started a conversation, and I watched her squirm a little, before putting my drink down and coming to my damsel’s rescue. I had to literally peel the bloke away from her. We went onto the dance floor, pretending like we had never met. As we danced through several songs I could tell by the look in Ginny’s eyes that she was feeling the same fire within that I was. Ready for part 2 ? I asked, she got a surprised look in her eyes, and began to check herself, uh uh I said, not till we leave. We went out together; I spied the bloke watching us from a table, and smirked to meself over his look of frustration.

 

Outside we started to walk along the promenade, joining along with several other ladies, charming in their in gowns and frills, with their tuxedoed escorts, escapees all of us from the receptions. Ginny felt exceptionally good as, with my arm around her, she cuddled into my side while we walked some distance. But our bliss was not long, when Ginny , looking back, said there was a hotel security cop heading our way. Damn I thought, pinched for crashing the reception.

 

The rent-a-cop came up to us, and placing a firm grip upon my shoulder(or tried, I was a good foot taller, where do they find these blokes?) talked directly to Ginny. Everything alright then Miss, he questioned Ginny, trying to sound professional, and he almost pulled it off, except he squeaked on the word Miss.

 

Why yes, officer Ginny said, pouring on the charm( which is a quite frightful weapon in her capable hands), thank you for your lovely concern, but why do you ask? I received a report that this man may have been bothering you, Ma’am he said , no squeaks this time. He looked at me, I just grinned back at him, waiting for Ginny to belt it out of the park. She smiled, her green eyes brite, and laying a hand on the “officers” chin, told him how adorable his concern was for her safety, but her husband and she made sure he saw her ring, is really not that much of a bother most of the time. Husband he started, than stopped, caught his embarrassment nicely, then tried to save it, but Miss, I heard you had lost a necklace.

Whatever reaction he had hoped by saying this, it was not the one he got. Oh that, she said, the clasp broke, so my husband took it for safe keeping, really, where would I have put it, and she stepped back and let him look her over for evidence of supporting her statement. Game, Set and Match, I smirked to myself!

With the way she looked in that satin gown, and her charm at full output, no mere mortal male would have been able to stand a chance. Well, he choked out, all’s good then isit, and releasing my shoulder; he turned heel, and walked off hurriedly, like a scolded puppy with its tail between its legs. Ginny giggled, well played I told her, well played. And, again with my arm around her and Ginny cuddling in, we continued our stroll, with Ginny letting out the occasional chortal of laughter over the whole incident.

  

We reached an overlook over the lake, where a pair of swans was meandering about. A young lady in a long white dress with a glittering bracelet around one wrist, was walking along the path that edged along the lake. The swans were near her, reminding me of a tele commercial I had seen long ago ( If anyone else remembers it please leave a comment).

 

Ginny caught me looking, wanna do the path luv, she whispered with in a most beguiling manner. We did so, and eventually found a rather isolated little nook behind a hedge grow. Here I will have to leave to the readers imagination what transpired there, for the only witnesses were the two of us, and a rather surprised chippy who crawled out of his hole for a gander…

 

On our way back we once again stopped at the overlook. Time to tally up I said. Ginny smiled and opening her purse pulled out a scrap of paper. She showed it to me, on it was written the word necklace. Lucky guess, did you feel me take it I asked. Of course she lied; I could have done it better. Wanna bet I teased. Maybe someday we’ll see she responded. Now the way the game worked was that I pretended to be a light fingered jewel thief, with my eyes on the lady in green’s jewels. It was my objective to lift a piece of Ginny’s jewellery some point in the evening..

 

Ginny agreed to it on the condition that beforehand she would write down a piece of jewellery on a piece of paper, if it matched the piece I had lifted, than I could decide what we would do the next evening, if not, she would decide. So later, as we had a few drinks in a nearby pub ( still dressed in “costume”) I (the winner) outlined the plans for the next evening.

 

So the following evening, after a rather nice feast by the fireplace in the resorts great room, we found ourselves once again in a bar ( this time the resorts lounge). I was wearing the same suit, and had Ginny’s purloined necklace in my jacket pocket. Ginny was wearing a black satin blouse, ¾ sleeved, with long white and blacked stripped skirt. She wore her gold jewellery, and her long hair was up, held by rhinestone clips. At one point she excused herself to the loo, and when she returned took the chair next to me, and started to come on to me. I played along and after a few drinks, and dances, she led me out to the lobby.

 

Making way outside to the long wooden walkaway of the promenade, we began our way along it. Finding an isolated bench, we began to make out, as if we were strangers who had just met. After a long (glorious) while, we stood( wobbly) and made our way down to the lake, and continued our light petting.

 

At one point Ginny stopped, and looking me in the eye, said, well sir, its been fun, but id better go. Immediately I patted my pocket, the necklace was gone. Naughty I said, distracting me on the bench hussy, I teased. Her eyes got a gleam, follow me she said. We retraced our steps, hand in hand, and she led me to the the bench, and then surprisingly passed it. We regained the lobby, and she stopped by a corner, where a larger fern like plant sat in a rather big ceramic pot. Reaching in, she pulled out the necklace. Very good I said, never felt you take it.

 

So, I win then, she smirked. Yes I agreed, I had guessed wrong by thinking she had picked my pocket on the bench. So let’s go an collect me winnings then, sir, she ordered me, her eyes large and hungry. As we made our way I tried to get her to tell me when she had lifted the necklace, but she just placed a secret little smile on her lips, and remained silent on the subject….

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Act 2

Squeeze Play

 

Anyone who has taken the bother to riffle through my earlier Chronicles of Lifting Light, knows I have a twin sister who at times past has been my foil to practice upon. Well, I will leave it up to you to decide who the foil was in this tale.

  

We were all hanging out at the pub (“Poet and the Peasant” of course) one evening, the four of us, being the silly selves that mid- twenties youth are prone to being, especially when alcohol is involved.

 

We were trying to drink away the memories of what our previous week of work had given us, and were well on our way to meeting that objective, when a song from the band Cold Play come on. Ginny had asked my sister who it was, and instead of answering right away, she gave something a bit of thought, then my sister started smirking. Cold Play, like squeeze Play , remember “Ginny?”

 

Both Girls just started giggling, “Brian” just got a sullen look at the memory, and I, I just reflected…..

 

In our University years, my sister worked part time for a company that raised funds for charities, like OXFAM, etc. Among the various types of events were a couple of “Black Tie” affairs that I enjoyed because it gave Brian and I the chance to escort my Sister and Ginny ( the girls ever beautiful in fancy dress) to attend them.

 

Now, my sister had this co-worker,”Shiela”, who was absolute vinegar to my sister’s honey, hell, she was vinegar to any pretty female’s honey! She was a squawker, a squealer, and a backstabbing slag, in other words, not a very nice girl atoll. She was also was twice divorced from wealthy young scions who could not spot a gold digger for the life of them until they had been broadsided along the head with her gilded shovel.

 

During one warm late Autumn we were attending one of the Charity Dances being held in the big city proper. They had a pair of bands lined up, one kind of a Disco’ish throwback, and for later, a proper one that played a more romantic beat, one that called for slow dancing. The Girls were more into the Disco then we males were( a feeling that affected most of us in attendance) and the floor was flooded with a gaggle of swishing dresses and gowns dancing and swirling around to the frantic beat of the music, all performed with swirling lights in the darkened, smog filled dance floor, while the guys just sat around enjoying the show being put on.

 

As Brian and I watched the provocative females on the floor dancing, we noticed that our girls were slowly moving out amongst the throng of pretty dancers, rather than maintaining one area. Soon they had moved next to “Shiela”, who was dancing with this cousin of hers. Now I found this surprising, because Sis and Ginny had been throwing daggers with their eyes at “Shiela” all evening. She had been sitting with her wealthy new boyfriend, who was always bending to her demands, as evidenced by the expensive new finery she was sporting, which really had gotten a certain Twins goat. So it was with some puzzlement that when her cousin took a breather, Ginny and my twin slipped in to take her place, moving in rhythm with the now quite intoxicated “Shiela”.

 

Sis was facing “Shiela” and Ginny was behind her, all three of them gyrating their arms, hands and most of their other body parts in motion, up down and all around each other , so close at times that you would have had an effort at squeezing a hand between them.

 

What’s that pair up to now? Brain questioned me, as if I had a hand in it, I just shook my head, knowing only that I wanted to be in the middle of that sandwich instead of “Shiela”, but as it turned out, good thing I wasn’t.

 

We watched as the long song went on, with its deep bass beat that almost sounded like it had been lifted from some horror flick. Ginny and Sis continued to revolve, twist and swirl around the guileless “Shiela” as their colourfully brite (slinky) dresses shimmered in a most provocative fashion, bathed as they were caught by the dimly lit, smoke filled, dance floors blue strobes. A few times “Shiela” seemed to lose her footing, and fell against my Sister, who I thought took it surprisingly well as she gently steadied her foe.

 

Then the song ended, and all three girls laughed and giggled, actually hugged one another. I heard Brian letting out an chiding snort, I , well I was still just mesmerized by the whole act. Ginny and My Sister than walked the slightly dizzy “Shiela” back to her table, even going so far as to help her set down, before turning and heading back to our table. Both of them wearing chuff grins like the kittens that had eaten the canary.

 

Wotcher?, said Brian questioning their look. Oh God I thought, knowing the answer, for I had been watching “Shiela” as the girls had left and approached. My sister, looking around, held out her hand and opened her fist. There, all balled up and glittering, was the expensive diamond pendent of the set of matching diamonds that “Shiela” had been flaunting about to everyone all evening.

 

Brian Jumped all over the two, giving them quite the bollocking, “games we played on each other was one thing, but what you pair had done was wade into some very dangerous waters indeed”! So what’s next I chimed in, and by the looks on their heavily made-up faces realized the silly twits hadn’t thought of that end. We hastily discussed the matter, knowing that time was anything but on our sides. Finally Brian took it from my admonished(seemingly) twin, and marching it up to the disc jockey, had him make an announcement describing what his “sister” had found in the loo.

 

“Shiela”, whom we all had been watching, let out a shriek as her hands flew groping to her chest in fruitless examination, jumped up and immediately claimed it, or tried to as the Jocky had a little bit of fun with it first. “Shiela” and her haplessly star struck Beau, were so hopping mad at the Jocky, they pretty much gave no thought as to how the pretty thing actually had been lost in the first place. This was a lucky break for a couple of girls, who still sat their smugly smiling, as Brian tried in vain to continue scolding them. Me, I just looked at the twittering pair, wondering, pondering thoughts of me own.

 

Now it wasn’t until a couple of years later on the night my sister made the remark about the cold play song that the girls felt comfortable talking a bit more about the incident .And before Brian could listen without tabooing the subject. And it was then that I learnt how the pair of them had managed to take the diamonds from “Shiela”

 

It turned out the two had had no real plan, just that they had been discussing “Shiela” between themselves and had been debating over how fun it would be to knock her down a peg or so. One of the scenarios presented was to have her be given the shock of losing a piece of her expensive jewelry, and they even discussed bringing me into the fold, but thought better of it.

 

Although I am not sure if I would have taken them up on it, but since then I have thought out different ways I would have approached the problem, both by myself, and with the girls help. Although I wouldn’t have tried for the necklace, I figured her ring or bracelet would not have been beyond my scope of achievement. Although, with the girls help…….

 

Anyway they finally decided to try it themselves, after all how hard could it be to take, say a cocktail ring from “Shiela’s” sweaty finger as she was dancing away on the crowded floor?

 

They decided to join in the dance and get close to “Shiela” and if an opportunity arose, my sister was to signal Ginny by rubbing a finger alongside her nose to bump against “Shiela”, pushing the hapless B… into me devious twin. It was Ginny who came up with the name “squeeze play”, because I once had grasped and squeezed her from behind, removing her ring in the process.

 

Now “Shiela” was wearing what I guess is called an A-line gown, where her front was totally covered by the gowns shiny material, no gloves, just sweat glistened skin. As they moved in on “Shiela” Ginny took position behind, while Sis took the front, and at one point laid a hand upon “Shiela’s” shoulder, “Shiela” did likewise as they swayed to the deep rhythmic beats. Sis tried to grasp “Shiela’s” free hand, the one where she was wearing a diamond cocktail ring, but she kept missing. In the process she realized that the hand she had placed on her victims shoulder was almost touching the thick gold chain of her nemesis’s necklace, which held the diamond pendent that was bouncing about.

 

Looking “Shiela” directly in the eyes she began to work the necklace along as they danced, until her fingers felt the clasp. It was lobster clasp, similar to one my sister had on the emerald necklace Brian had given her. Sis gave it an exploratory push, and it surprisingly opened under her fingers. Startled at what had happened, she forgot the signal, and nodded to Ginny, who plowed into the hapless “Shiela’s” backside, as my sister felt “Shiela” fall against her. She whisked off the necklace with one hand, while steading the giggling “Shiela” with her other. Backing away she placed both hands behind her back as “Shiela” turned to receive Ginny’s apologies. Sis balled up the chain in one hand, holding it tightly closed for the remainder of the dance. They helped “Shiela” back to her table, my Sister placing the fist holding the necklace alongside her victims back as they helped guide the still giggling “Shiela” to a seat.

 

Walking away, my Sister thought that it had been almost scary how easily it had been to open the clasp and pluck off the necklace. It shouldn’t have been, she kept telling herself, but she knew it was, for she had the evidence in her hand, and she was not even close to ever being a professional about such things. My twin has said that afterwards that it had given her a lot of perturbed thoughts when wearing any good jewelry of hers in public, (particularly her emeralds with the Lobster clasp) and finds herself on occasion still doing spot checks whenever she has been brushed by someone. But then, I think we all do on occasion, knowing the kind of games we like to play.

 

So as one can see, overall ,this is a rather touchy subject to tackle. But there was no denying that Sis (and Ginny I suspect) were proud of their accomplishment at the time. It was almost like my twin was trying to impress upon me that I was not the only one with light fingers. A subject that, trust me, has been, and will continue to be explored down a sometimes crooked “garden” path.

  

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Anyone who has read Chronicles B knows that Ginny and Brian both received the upcommence for the manner in which they had gotten my sisters got at the wedding reception. But as for me, she waited a bit, biding her time, for like the proverbial elephant( which she has a bit of a collection) my twin does not forget.

Upcoming :

 

And revenge is a dish best served cold.

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Food for thought:

Jewelry lifting Clips

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LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'

 

In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.

 

www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."

  

Yes, it was.

 

Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.

 

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Idiom, meaning: If someone is very well-informed about something, they "know

their onions".

 

Onions are complex characters with lots of layers and a tendancy to make people cry!

 

They come in many guises too from the baby 'silverskin', they can be 'pickles', they can be mild, or strong, or sweet .... they can be huge like the tanned looking Spanish onion :) ♥

 

Who do you know with onion characteristics?

 

Very cliche'd veg shot and a cliche saying !

 

HCS ~ I want to apologies for not posting a new pic (still laid up in bed, so much blood taken its been a vamp fest at the docs this week) ~ hopefully normal service will resume asap x

I've just been informed that this photo will be used as the cover page for the "Honeywell" Calender 2015..,,,,,,..

 

A little bit about Honeywell

 

Honeywell invents and manufactures technologies to address some of the world’s toughest challenges initiated by revolutionary macrotrends in science, technology and society. A Fortune 100 company, we create solutions to improve the quality of life of people around the globe: generating clean, healthy energy – and using it more efficiently. Increasing our safety and security. Enabling people around the world to connect, communicate, and collaborate. And equipping our customers to be even more productive. With approximately 132,000 employees worldwide, including more than 22,000 engineers and scientists, we have an unrelenting commitment to quality and delivering results in everything we make and do.

Cuba

So I was informed by the pilot of the small tour boat I was sailing on at the time. He also mentioned that someone still lived there but they were reclusive and rarely seen. I think it's very beautiful myself. And btw this image was shot from the tour boat. It's a great way to see parts of the city you might otherwise miss.

installation by Carlos Cruz-Diez at the Americas Society

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I'm sending this because you wanted to be informed the moment Thomes' DSR expedition turned up anything important. Sorry for not contacting you sooner, things happened quickly and I was not able to slip out until now. They don't want anyone outside the chain of command knowing. The Rangers located the source of the strange Aelves incursion. Or something like that, it sounds like something is off. That the Aelves' base is small, looks more like a colony than it does a staging ground. They're still sorting out the intel. They were located on a previously uninhabited system in an unexplored portion of space. It is very close to ECDA space, so its a delicate issue. Thomes wants to take his men in, but approval is slow coming because brass doesn't want to kick up friction from Centauri. The problem is that DSR got into a scuffle on their way out, had a firefight with some of these strange Aelves. Their tech is impressive, and their tactics are brutally effective against ours. Several casualties, including Lieutenant Fredricks. So now the Aelves know we know, and they know we are coming.

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"The Battle of Diarmuid was the first battle between Homefront forces and the Tuatha, and though unrecognized at the time it was the first contact between the Tuatha and a modern human government. It started a series of small conflicts, called the "Operation Gypsy" by the Homefront and the "Fianna Blitz" by the Tuatha, where Homefront Deep Space Rangers, supported by contingents of standard infantry, clashed against Tuatha Protector battalions, later supported by Tuatha Ranger forces. The fear of provoking attention from ECDA combined with attrition from being repelled multiple times forced Homefront military command to recall General Thomes' rangers. Completion of Tuatha veil constructs has made further intel of the situation on the planet now known as Diarmuid, processing intelligence from the conflict helped reveal the unique identity of the Tuatha from other Aelves."

 

As I looked at our brave company of warriors, I was struck by how different it was from the short while ago. As we rode through the fair streets of Old Caer Bóinne, to the praise and adoration of our people. We were the first new Protector force to be formed in... longer than any of our kind could count. For all our long lives and long memories, this was something profound. Soldiers from this pocket citadel as well as the two closest neighboring, Caer Elcmar and Caer Midir, had assembled to escort the final group of colonists for the new world. Our armor gleaming, our newly designed pulse rifles at ready, we were a fine sight to behold. Now we are dirtied. The thick, dark, rich soil of our new world, Diarmuid, smeared across our armor. Muddied from the recent wet season. Even if you couldn't see it behind their helmets, you could feel the grim set of every man's face through his shoulders and the very air. The Tuatha would gladly die to defend our first new home. We would make the Fianna system a radiant new garden, even if its flowers must be watered with our blood. Perhaps we were careless, finely using our new starships to so boldly fly here, avoiding our usual stealthy routes. We were tired of sneaking, tired of smuggling one or two farmers through at a time. We were ready to stand and fight, even if the whole Fomorian horde should come. Now we stood together in our concealed entrenchments, watching the Fomorian craft land and waiting for the invasion to begin.

'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'

 

In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.

 

www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."

  

Yes, it was.

 

Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.

 

THANK YOU to all the beautiful adults who let ADDA take their photos! (Everyone was properly asked & everyone consented.)

  

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LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'

 

In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.

 

www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."

  

Yes, it was.

 

Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.

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